"I've been hanging out in a restaurant for years." Well... I'll try anything once. As long as the two of us don't end up needing a stomach pump."I was...pretty noisy about it, but I managed to get the eggs sunnyside up and the toast looking just right in two plates on the small kitchen table. Out in the back yard I found a wild daisy and placed it in a small glass of water on the table. She entered the kitchen in her slip. "Wow," she said, "Look at this, picture perfect! It's Beautiful. Can we. What do you want me to say? I fucking tried to tell her it was impossible and completely out of hand having the team do this over the weekend!" Ruth, it's not YOUR fucking fault! I've been in this company long enough to know how this 'elite' of stuck-up assholes works." Daniel pauses, and closes his laptop. "Monday, I'm signing my resignation letter; I don't need this shit. I'll help Philip and everyone else over the weekend, but after that, I'm fucking gone from this shithole of a. My husband was there, in the room, and yet they still both thought I was worth a crack at, they had no chance. I love my fella, but sex, it has to be said, is not quite as exciting as it once was. I think he knows that so has tried to spice it up a bit. Recently he has taken to whispering his fantasies in my ear when we are having sex. They revolve around me being taken by other men in various standard, and not so standard, situations. Sometimes whilst he is on top of me he will suggest I. To my surprise and on a Friday, she came to me and said, “instead of going to the bar why don’t we go to my place? My parents will not be home for the next 5 days”.I thought she had invited a few more people and I readily agreed. When we reached her place, I was shocked to see no one there. At the same time, I also felt happy inside.I asked her where others were to which she replied, “I have not called anyone today. It’s only you and me”.I called at my place and informed my parents that I won’t.