There's no money for them to stay on. Your workload doubles.But they're paying you, right? Don't you owe them your best? That's the contract: They pay...you and you do whatever they tell you. No matter what it is.You begin to speak up a little, point out problems and offer solutions. Many of your coworkers agree but well ... no one will say anything too loudly. Cut backs could be just around the corner. No one wants to make waves.There are those who are doing well.They thrive on the paperwork,. Whenever she would have a fight with her husband I would console her and give her my shoulder to weep. Almost 15 days had now passed in Mumbai and I had started searching for a new room in Mumbai.One day Shalini aunty asked me if I drink and would like to accompany her to a lounge. We headed to a lounge had few drinks. Suddenly the DJ played some music. She asked me, “Do you want to dance, Raj?” I said that I don’t know how to dance.She took my hand and got me up. She placed my one hand on her. Annie's storyI felt incredibly horny as we got off the bus and walked the short distance to Dave's flat, Julie and I held hands while Dave walked behind us admiring our bottoms, he said the view was lovely as we climbed the back stairs which made me even hornier,Julie said the flat was lovely as I showed her round it proudly, I was beginning to think of it as mine already, Dave went into the kitchen to get us all a drink andI led her into the bedroom,"Lovely" she said softly and kissed my neck. Jenna's right hand smashed heavily in to the solid clitoral shaft, her face folded in agony.As if from a cut scene in a Kubric film the freed knife spiraled impressively in the air, and fell finally embedding itself in her meaty thigh. Jenna screamed against the agony of pulling the blade out of her lacerated leg, the handle wet with blood it slipped through her fingers and bounced harmlessly on the floor. As Jenna staggered backwards Frankenstein like, Amanda driven by her instinct to protect.