Larry shook like a screen door in a hurricane.Larry seemed to smarten up but just a little. A few months later he was working in laundry, he had to pe... like a cow on a flat stone but was told he had to wait half an hour. No one was going to tell Larry he had to wait half an hour to empty his bladder so he pulled out his hog an peed allover a pile of fresh laundry, dried an folded even.Tim O'Reiley was a pretty good boss to work for, he was about sixty and weighing in at three hundred. If you. I made a few unintelligible sounds attempting to form words in my mouth. After a minute of incoherent muttering, I finally regained my composure enough to say,’ You have WHAT!!!’ The Master’s Retrospective was the Holy Grail of the worldwide art scene. The event was frightfully exclusive- invite only. Only the best of the best of modern artists and art critics were invited. Getting an invite without being in the two prior categories was beyond impossible, and yet I was going to see it on. Takahashi,” Paul replied.“And,” Ted continued, “I’d like you to meet Paula Akron.”“I’m happy to meet you too, Paula,” Michiko smiled as she shook the girl’s hand.“Oh, I, uh, yeah,” Paula answered. “I mean, glad to meet you, um, Ms. Takahashi.”“Please, call me Michiko. I’m not calling you Mr. Macon and Ms. Akron, after all.”“It is SO COOL to meet you, Michiko!” the boy blurted.“Yeah, yeah, this is amazing!” the girl added.Michiko gave an all-too-childlike giggle.“Well I’ll do my best to be cool. Getting some action! Hell yeah!The memory of last night creeps back into my mind: Fiona’s sexy ass body covered in sweat, bouncing on top of me, the video camera rolling. Her moans escaping every time she sits down. And then…Seeing Maggie’s face. I mentally cringe as I remember how it went: me throwing her off in a panic, her surprised scream. My terrified one. She had asked me what was wrong. My mind was reeling, with I knee jerk reaction I say: “Nothing Maggie, I’m fi- SHIT Fiona I’m sorry I.