I can’t get nothing. Can’t even jerk off in peace. This job sucks. I hate it!I hate having to shake hands, germy, gross hands, and listen to windb...gs and sniveling brownnoses like Lawn Sannity and stupid, boring meetings with obnoxious Eurotrash leader fellas like Mangela Jerkel.I fucking hate this job! It stinks! Stupid Prussians. Stupid Pudding. Stupid Shitebart! Stupid ESPNBC, Cake News, Duff Bozos, Failing New York Slimes and Flake News CMM. Stupid Shitter! Losers! All a bunch of losers!. She liked men, did she? Little comments like that made me wonder about my little angel sometimes. I knew what her mother was like at that age and I wondered if Aimee followed in her footsteps. That was a scary thought! But there were a few times when Aimee was in high school that she came in late and her clothes were dishelved and her lipstick was smeared and I wondered what my daughter had been up to."Oh, Daddy, don't be silly. You're going to have to accept I'm growing up at some point." I. I was getting moist and my clit was screaming out to be rubbed. I really didn't care who did it, as long as someone did. My boss seemed to sense my body and stuck his hand between my legs, feeling the small amount of cum that had started to drip out of me. He pulled me over to him, and lifted up my short skirt, then pushed his hand down my pants, his fingers were so welcome by this point, and I didn't give a fuck that the other people were watching. One of the other guys walked over and placed. "Not that cube." Jas recited his account number."You're not the princess?" Tarhee asked."Do I look like a princess?"Tarhee used Green magic to scan Jas. Jas knew what was happening but alsoknew what Tarhee would find. Normal human. Not one nanite of Red or Greenmana. Unremarkable in every way.In every way available to a user of Red or Green mana."Thanks for the long look," Jas said, "but you're not my type. I'mpulling all my stuff from storage. You can rent the cube to someoneelse." He saluted.