He was a sweet guy who would probably spend the rest of his life working at a small town Sears™. Hell, if he stayed there long enough he might even ...ventually get to the second to the top level—but never any farther. He loved the small town in which he had been born and raised, loved his high school buddies, loved his softball and bowling leagues and was willing to work just hard enough to hold down a decent job. They had sex but not often enough and it was never satisfying for her. He got off,. "Ok, I will, let me call you back in a bit, I just realized I forgot my meds last night and I should probably take them right away," she said and hung up. Olivia had beat her mother out of bed, which was probably a good thing since she smelled like a whore house blew up all over her, and she still had semen stuck in her hair.She double dosed the "anti-inflammatory" and popped her other pill and headed back to her room to check out Steve's e-mail. It was a big one, taking several minutes to. So how about it. Just you, me, and my friend," she said."I can't do it till my next break. Which isn't for a few days. It also want come on a weekend." I wanted her to know where we stood exactly. If she was planning some kind of power game on me, I wanted to know as soon as possible. I told myself that was why I was accepting the invitation. It wasn't because I was looking forward to it on a purely sexual basis. Well, I told myself that but my body was showing signs of reacting."Yes I already. Why should you work like a slave for somebody else? You deserve it. Who knows more than you about design and art around here? Are you going to do it?" I'm thinking very seriously about it, but I'm also going to put together a resume. I need to cover all my bases. I went to the library Friday to research the costs of what I'll need, a good workstation, what's current in software." Why did you go to the library? Use the computer here." I didn't think of it. You wouldn't mind?" Why would I mind,.