”“Right! OK.” Timothy cleared his throat. “I have to ask for a long weight.” Timothy assumed that a long weight was some component, vital to...the manufacture of widgets.Unfortunately, what Gloria actually said was “Ask the supervisor for a long wait.”The supervisor is Monica Rimmington, a close friend of Gloria. She listened to Timothy’s request, trying hard to suppress her amusement.“Ok, young man. Go and wait just there.” Monica indicated a spot in front of the bench where a team of widget. He held back from saying it now, waiting for Pete to recover from the shock of seeing the girl he knew on the floor.Pete was remembering the screaming match he had overheard between Julie and Bobby, just before Julie had stormed out of the wedding reception:"Do what you fucking want! I'm not your girlfriend any more! Just leave me alone for once, you clinging son of a bitch!" Who made the 911 call?" Pete asked the paramedics. "Was there anyone here when you got here?" Yeah, there was a kid. After Mr. Brown left Black sat down and mused, Maybe I should leave his dumb ass on board when we're done. That cocksucker is too stupid to live.-Sumalee-Afternoons are the worst. You would think they would be the easiest and in a way you would be right. They are the slowest part of the day except for maybe mid-morning but I think the worst part about them is I know my shift has just started and now I have another twelve hours before I can kick off these damn torture devices called high heels. I was brushing against the shorts he wears to bed, feeling him hardening against the back of my hand, while he had his up under my t-shirt, his fingers sliding and squeezing my breast.This morning he was the one getting things going, his fingers dancing around my clit, making circles in the two-days growth of hair down there.Of course both days the ultimate mechanics were the same, me coming under him, then him a few minutes later with his face buried into my neck. We’ve got a good sex life and.