“You deserve it, honey.”“Well I agree, obviously, but thank you so much.”“Let us say that half the raise is for looking so damn hot today an... the other half is for agreeing to be head of discipline.”“Ha ha ha. Do the others know that I’m earning this amount?”“We will make sure they do. It will kill them! Especially Mossy, poor bastard.”“I love it! Them slaving away on peanuts and me paid oodles just to swan around and look good and have fun. Ha ha ha. So unfair.”“Isn’t it just,” I. Forcing his eyes open, he gazed up into the bloated afternoon sun, partially obscured by low flying clouds.As he gazed upward, he began to remember what had happened. This collapsed structure he found himself in was the entrance to an underground way station ten miles outside of Nashville. He was on his way back to the capitol after a yearlong exploration of the northeastern states. He’d spent the day underground, protected by the gentle earth from the ravages of the cruel sun (not that he. I began talking to my future ex online and we finally decided to meet up for a ‘date’. We met at her college-a small Christian school about an hour away and hung out. After getting past the initial meeting in person bit, we grabbed a bite to eat downtown and shortly after we were getting hot and heavy in room 308 of the Royal Inn. One hell of a first date, huh?She was pudgy-we’ll call it the freshman 25-had red hair (think Isla Fisher-the virgin clinger from Wedding Crashers), amazing 36D. I turn away as not too get caught, but too late, you have noticed me looking at you. I go browsing a bit more, but keep an eye out. I return, you are still shopping and checking to see if I am still looking. I am.I sit down and check out a newspaper left behind, I see you walking out with bags in hand, and walking towards me, you take a peek, then continue on, I wait a bit, and follow you from far, in admiration of your great legs and sexy curvy body, teasing me so that I come closer, but I.