Just think about it, Pat. Okay? I think you would have a lot of fun there.’ Lucy stood from the table and exited the room, but not before giving Pat...ick one more smile as she did. Lucy and Patrick were close friends at work. They occasionally hung out outside of work as well. Their relationship was almost like brother and sister, although there was always a little bit of sexual tension between them. It might have been different if Patrick had met her first. But instead he met Maria at work a. ”“Leave! Fuck that. I ain’t going nowhere. I brought my bags and you are my full time bitch so get used to it. You got any short shorts?”“No, this was fun, but you have to leave. You can’t stay here.”Hector stood up, looking down at me and pulled me up, then slugged me in the face and stomach. I fell to the floor, writhing in pain. He then kicked me in the side and stood over me.“Now listen to me Bitch and I don’t intend to repeat myself. I own your fag ass and I will do anything I want to you,. Gotta warn ya, though, my lawyer's apsychotic mutant. Moving right along...The Venus IdolBy TantoBrandon Webster walked, no trudged, forward. It wasonly a massive amount of coffee that kept him awakethis late. He was working overtime, and he didn't getpaid for overtime. His thoughts were primarily on hissecure apartment and warm bed, trashy as both may havebeen.Brandon was in his early thirties, and already he hadsunk to what he considered an all-time low, janitorialwork. His job was to empty. It started with leather pants and skirts, especially mini-skirts and then over time grew to include boots and heels, gloves and now it is covers about everything. I can see an older woman who is not in great shape wearing a snug fitting leather coat and I get a raging hard-on. That is the only thing that has stayed consistent: I prefer tight fitting leather (although a long skirt or dress that gets loose can still get the job done.When I had just turned 18 our next door neighbor was Mrs. Moore;.