Einreb loved his job as a computer game programmer for Troll. Sometimes he longed to work for a company that people actually heard of, like Atari or A...tivision, who made games for the Atari 2600 that people actually wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself lucky to have been recruited by Troll before he even graduated from Orange County Community College 10 years ago. Though graduating with Honors and on the Dean's list didn't hurt either.That the receptionist announced the start of work,. So far things had worked out fine. No one knew what tomorrow would bring, I thought.Since at the moment, I was doing nothing but financing the business, I considered it Bitsy’s operation. I wasn’t really making enough money to mess with it, but Bitsy and her grandson didn’t seem to mind that the profits were small. If it broke even, after expenses, I was happy. Hell even if it lost a few bucks, I was still fine with it. It was good for money laundering.I was asleep with my sorta smart ‘off. But she had a miscarriage at her 4th month and went into depression. at that time i was emotionally attached to her and she considered me as her younger brother. she stayed with us for a whole year before she moved on with mama to vizak.. and i was like feeling lonely but at the same time i was desperate for her body. i used to enjoy her cleavage and ass shows and masturbate a lot for her.she never got pregnant therafter.so when i got a engeneering college in vizak i was warmly welcomed and was. "Like the bike?" He asked. Looking at the man, you knew Jughead was obviously a heavy duty biker. With a barrel chest and a hefty tummy hiding his belt buckle, tats running up and down both arms, an earring in his left ear, a scruffy, narley beard and a long chain connecting his wallet to a belt loop on his Levis, Jughead could have fit in with any gang. His smile was infectious and I had to laugh at his question."Are you serious?" I responded. "Like the bike? Dude, I'm in love with that bike..