"I normally fuck all my barmen," he said. "But I've let you off so far, because you were supposed to be straight. Now I find you causing uproar in the...club, which could cause us to get closed down. So if you want to keep your job bend over my desk and pull your ass cheeks apart, because I'm going to fuck you legless." What could I do? I needed the money, and to be frank, the idea of being fucked up the ass by a good-looking guy had become a bit of a fantasy with me. I bent over his desk while. .” I started.“It’s going to be expensive, Sam. I guess I’m going to have to get a job, and working at the same time I’m—growing—well...” she said.“No, I’ll get a better job. I haven’t told you, but I’ve been looking real hard. Nothing yet, but I will be pushing it now for sure. You will not work and that’s that,” I said.She sighed, shook her head. “Sam, you say you’ve been looking real hard, but no luck so far? What... ?”“Yes, I’ve been trying to get a job doing something with computers. But. "Well honey if something is bothering you, you know you can come and talk to me!!" Sara said to him.Charles kept on working, not even looking towards his mom's direction. Sara left him, deciding that he wanted to be alone right now.For Charles, as long as he kept working, he felt that he was doing something worthwhile. Working did something for his damaged ego. He felt like a soldier who kept on going stronger and stronger, regardless how tough the enemy was. As for who was the enemy: Ivy.When. "Hell, if I wasn't so downright ugly an' you wasn't so married..." Her face turned red and she looked at the floor in embarrassment as she stopped herself.Harley kissed her gently on the cheek and patted her shoulder. "You are in no way ugly, Viola. You have more character in your face and bravery and loyalty in your heart than almost any other person I have ever met." He winced as the bandaged wound began to ache. "I'll get a couple of people to help you get moved in here."He picked up the.