But it was indeed all real, not something she had fantasized out of sheer desperation. She had gone to see Mr. Hawkins, riding into town with Mr. Park...r when he went to get the mail and supplies, and she never went back, not even to get her clothes. Mr. Hawkins hired her on the spot, and she swore old Mr. Parker to secrecy, as no one had seen them leave together. Her new boss seemed quite concerned about her marriage difficulties, and he even offered her an advance on her first week's salary so. ‘It was our end-of-semester resolution, but it only applies when we’re home.’ After lighting his own cigarette, he pointed to a spot a couple hundred yards away near the river. ‘Now, as for our non-smoking lovebirds, they’re probably hiding in that little thicket and doing God knows what sort of disgusting things. You wanna sneak up and take a peek?’ Debbie shook her head and laughed, ‘Of course not.’ Gesturing toward the same clump of trees, she asked, ‘Is that the place, you know, where we….. She did not attempt to follow me inside; instead, she carefully noted the building and the name of the firm occupying it and set off to walk the half-mile back to her own workplace.As soon as I entered the building I headed straight to the gents for a desperately needed wank. The spunk just kept coming, but eventually I ran dry. Only then, rather red in the face and feeling a little shaky, could I make my way to my desk.Everyone was very understanding about my bereavement. Brian, my boss,. I was riding my bike home after finishing my collections and before I could even react, they came screaming past me and stiff-armed me. I went sailing right off the bike and into the roadside ditch. The bike landed partly on top and partly under me. About six inches of water was draining through the ditch. I couldn't help it; I started crying. Damn those damn bastards. Damn them. Damn them!I heard their tires skid on the gravel road and they spun back to look at me in the ditch."Aw. Poor Brian..