At David's level - hated his guts. Half of them were army retirees and their army method of management just didn't work here.When David returned home,...he reeked so badly that even the girls wouldn't go near him. Manny was there though, and he questioned him on the job. They were professionals and it was talked through as professionals, and that the smell made Manny's nose hairs curl was neither here nor there. David washed himself in heavy-duty disinfectant soap four times, naked in the back. “What do you...”, before I could get my words out, Frank had just nonchalantly jumped out of the window. To put things into perspective, I live on the 21st floor of a high-rise building. I just stared at the window for a moment before rushing towards it, fully expecting to see the mutilated carcass of my friend. Instead what I saw had my jaws dropping yet again. Frank was on the terrace of the nearest high-rise building, casually waving at me, beckoning me to come. Again, to put things into. I did pretty well, actually. When I'm drawing, it's like I'm in my own little world, where I am the lord of wind and sea. Actually, it's line and eraser, but you know what I mean. I get so into it, in fact, that it could explain why I have such a miserable social life. I mean who wants to go out with a guy who does pencil sketches of walls all day long?But it wouldn't do to get fired. It's hard to go looking for Miss Right if you have to look for work instead.Wednesday morning, August 22nd. The heat radiating from her, the wetness in her underwear, her ragged breath all evidence that her body was enjoying this even as she pressed her hands against his chest as if to push him away. With the one hand still on her shoulder, he made to lift up her shirt and remove it. “Get… off!“ Kayla grunted finally getting a hold of herself as her hands flew down to grasp the bottom hem, holding it in place. Swiftly and before she could even blink, Taylor grabbed each of her wrists and slammed.