He'd drive himself to the airport, board the plane and try to live a life that didn't so closely resemble hell. If it all worked out, he'd be sipping ... daiquiri on the beach before noon. All that lay ahead was one week's vacation -- his first since taking a job analyzing computer code three years ago. Maybe he'd even get laid by a real woman, not his usual, which was a hooker or some transsexual weirdo he'd meet in an Internet chat room.Ross heard his boss' voice down the hall. He couldn't make. Then it got spooky and then stalkerish.She stood in the middle of my room at Institute and dropped the gown, confirming my notion there was nothing under it.“Take me. I want you, Ari. I can’t stand waiting any longer. We’ll have such beautiful children together.”Oh, fucking shit!“No! You’ve got to get dressed, Georgia. You’ve got to leave. I’ve got a girlfriend. This room is monitored. I have to get up in the morning. You have to go!”It was so painful to do that! Those little titties… I. Once I had enough of the tree cut, I then pushed with all my strength to topple over the tree.Once a tree had crashed down, I put down my axe and grabbed my cross saw. I cut the trunk into four-foot logs, leaving me with roughly six sections per tree. I had to shave off the half foot where I had cut the trunk off, and there was a foot and a half remaining from the trunk still in the ground. Once that was done, I took my smaller saw and removed all the various branches from the top of each log. The last straw was the night I worked my ass off on the lighted stage for over an hour.Some of the college girls were missing their turns, so they could turn lap dances in the back. The singles in my garter, in that hour, could not make up for even one private lap dance.When I passed Miss Cheerleader Misty in the hall, I told her she needed to get her ass up on the stage, and let the other girls make some money. She and two of her buddies ganged up on me later. They twisted my arm until I shed.