Their $80 Abercrombie T-shirts aren't going to convince the money guy that the $18 per hour Assistant Manager gig they have at Wendy's will really be ...nough to pay for it.Now I'm not saying I can help out Mr.Wendy's Assistant Manager. That eighteen bucks an hour shit is a pretty hard reality to bend. But the married, serious earner, looking to spice up his boring, fucking life. Yeah, that's where I come in. I have a specialized set of skills at the ready, to close THAT deal. Mr. Maybe I'll Buy. We hugged hard as we continued to make out. Her chest pressed into mine and some bead work on her top hurt me as the force of our hug brought us closer. I told her it was uncomfortable, so Maleeka very considerately sug- gested that she take off her top. I could help if I wanted to. So I did. She guided my fingers to the intricate catches on the garment, at the same time mashing my hands into those big, dark globes. They were quite solid for ones that big. I quickly took. The merest of glances through the growing crowd, enough to catch glimpses of her slender hand that lightly caressed her thigh. As if looking through a shutter, my view increasingly desperate, it felt despite all these people that I was here just with her. A little bolder the blonde and her friend asked to join me, chattering and giggling as they engaged in flirty conversation. I smiled, the blonde puffed out her chest out and crossed her legs, ensuring my eyes would be unable to notice the. .. Mr. Kimble, huh? Amber's father. How must her mother feel, too? This has to be devastating to her, too. Oh, Daddy, I wish that there was something that I could tell you. You've always been there for me when I've had my heart broken. You always knew what to say to me ... but now, what do I tell you? What can I tell you that would make it feel any better? Very sorry that Mom hurt you like this, Daddy. Who's with you? Sarah? Mary Beth? That's good at least. Whenever you need me, if you do, you.