Iimmediately thought it was something left by my boss since he was theonly other person who had the keys to the office in the basement."Well let's see...what ol' bossy has to say this time..." I sighed as Ipicked up the note and began to read it.To my surprise it wasn't from my boss it was from one of the clients onthe 11th floor demanding that if I don't stop "stealing" candy therewere going to be consequences. I kind of panicked at the thought of theclient telling my boss but than I remembered. I mostly get the chance when I'm out-of-town, usually in adult theaters. I like bookstore gloryholes too, but prefer to be able to reach around a guy's butt when I suck him and pull him in tight. In any case, I've only had ten or so experiences but they've always been hot.I was out of town again recently and found an old-school adult theater. It was pretty large and had rows of seats and some sofas up front. I went about 6:00 PM on a Wednesday and there were a few guys s**ttered around the huge. I love trees, both deciduous and coniferous. Deciduous trees always seem friendly with their ever changing leaf colour and pattern dappled with summer sunlight and their coating of snow and frost in the winter give them a character all of their own. Through all the seasons they seem so alive. Conifers stand throughout the year, changing little, brooding, silent, ever watchful, and suspicious of the banter and chit chat of woodland life around them. Hey! This is getting way too serious. Back. Abergale looked at her hand and back at the dog,“Wounderful.” She said shaking the dogs spit off her hand as best she could looking at the dogs dopy face.“Good dog” she said sarcastically walking off towards the cemetery wiping her hand off as best she could in her dress the large dog trotting alongside her.“You needn’t think you’re coming with me.” She said to the dog who totally ignoring her continued to walk beside her.After about five minutes she reached the old rusty gate of the cemetery.