. still say he looks too much like 'em fer my comfort!"The words had drifted to the stranger from the corner table. He did not acknowledge them, and i...stead tipped back his tankard and took several long swallows, his throat bobbing.He did not hear all of the response, but thought he caught the word "crazy."The stranger started towards the table. One of the men stiffened and drew himself erect in his seat, his narrowing eyes surrounded by a round face topped with dark, wild hair. His companion. "Fabulous," she replayed. I ran to my meeting. Upon arriving I saw my boss Mr. Dickerson, and two other men I've never seen. Mr. Dickerson stood up and greeted me with a hello and a handshake. Typical business man getting you know. He then went on to introduce me to the other men in the room. "Sha'Kia," he paused then went on, "I'd like you to meet the C. E. O Mr., Butler, and the V.P. Mr. Jones." I replayed with a quick hello and pleasure to meet you both. Mr. Dickerson instructed me to. This wasn’t even the first cat-fight of the evening between the two.It hurt to hear she didn’t care what I thought but if it was the truth I had to live with it.“You are an attention whore not a piss whore. You love that the chatroom is eating this all up. The fickle little perverts won’t give two shits in a few days when they’ve seen enough and you’ll be drinking my piss!” Waverly promised her sister and sat up slightly and farted on her again. A loud bawoom type of fart that blasted Hayden’s. Sindi works as an exotic dancer in a live sex act. I got her that job. When she's not dancing, she's turning tricks for me. She has been a very lucrative investment. "I heard from Fred today," Marlee sent me a text. She sends text messages while at work. Fred is her husband. He is doing hard time for drunk driving. It's a long story. "Oh! What's up with him?" I worded the text ‘like I didn't know’. Actually, I manipulated his jail sentence like I manipulate stocks. "He's wants me to visit.