Really, the store should of been paying her extra from all of the foot traffic she pulled in. She was married. And yes, snowballs chance in hell of ev...r getting anywhere with her. And yet here I was, all day getting teased by what basically amount the hottest woman working in the mall. Every tight sweater day, tight jeans day, tight jogging pants day--I was building up a fantasy of her and then shooting out these massive loads of...well, you get the idea.And she knew it. She freaking knew it.. I was extremely distracted the next two weeks, Laurie and I had months of fantasies that had gone back and forth that were now swirling in my mind. Most days it was difficult to hide my raging erection as my mind raced with imagined images of sexual abandon. I had to ask Laurie to keep our conversations tame as it was already affecting my ability to function. She obliged but only with the promise that I make sure we fulfill her top fantasy, team seduction and sexual conquest of a hot young guy.. But then again, if I was hearing that blasted beep, then I was no longer dead. Aliveness had replaced my dead-li-ness, and I knew that consciousness usually followed the sound of the beeping machine.So...I relaxed and concentrated on noises other than that torturous beeping machine... ... and heard all about how I died..."America mourns again today, as news of the assassination of President John Gray ricocheted around the world. The President had just finished addressing Congress on the subject. ‘Actually, I don’t much care for the taste of liquor. I don’t like beer much, either. Except when it’s real hot. Sometimes, when we’re doing the yard in the summer, my dad and I have a beer. I’ve had maybe a six-pack in my whole life.’ ‘I hope you never change your mind about drinking,’ Tina said and hugged herself. ‘I had no idea how much Ron drank until after we were married. Then it was too late.’ ‘Yeah, but you got out of the marriage,’ Tommy said. Tina nodded. ‘For a while, I wasn’t sure I.