Es gibt eine offene Stelle in unserer Postabteilung und ich versuche, die Fäden zu ziehen, damit sie dort angestellt wird. Dort zahlt nicht man mehr ...o ​​viel wie früher, aber es ist immer noch ein gutes Geld.Mein unmittelbarer Vorgesetzter ist Mr. Beal. Er verlangt von allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35 Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren interviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon. I peeked around me to make sure I hadn't been spotted through all of this and when I thought it was safe, I slipped off her patio. I headed home and masturbated, replaying the whole scene in my mind over and over again. This was one of the best experiences I have had especially since it was totally unexpected and "out of the blue". As if this one encounter with her wasn't enough, I actually got a second chance about a week later. As I passed by that night I saw her bedroom light was on so I got. His approach varied from town to town but he usually picked a local church to attend, after all good widows always attend services. He stayed away from the Catholic churches for he had learned long ago that the women there were too religious to fall for his line, no Matt tended to go to the much more laid back churches like Lutheran, Methodist or similar churches to search for his victims.The waitress, her name tag said 'Marcy, ' came back with his plate of eggs and a side dish of toast and set. Her face was lovely a rich caramel color and her eyes green with a hint of mischief to them. To say that she was beautiful didn’t do her justice, she looked like a cross between Lena Horne, Halle Berry and a voluptuous 5’10’a body like Tyra Banks. Her diamond pulsed connecting her once again to the ring and she knew that it had a new owner and her new boss. Although, some would call the owner of the ring her master, that wasn’t the case. Besides Elizabeth Brooks had no master, she had out lived.