I never could quite figure that one out.] ‘He grunts and then bang, he’s done. I had him in my mouth, but since he is a jerk, I decided to let a l...ttle cum drip out on to his thighs. Would you believe he complained that I got him messy?’ she complained to me. ‘The guy shows up and is like Gimme Head Bitch, cums, complains when zipping up and leaves!’ ‘Ummm,’ I started, ‘This doesn’t sound like it was all that great…’ I answered. It is hard to empathize when you are trying to quietly masturbate.. Follow me.’ The smiles grew on Ryan and Sarah’s faces as they followed closely and were led to a table for two in the corner of the dimly lit rustic, but chic, dining room. ‘This..’ started Ryan. ‘Is romantic?’ interrupted Sarah. ‘I was going to say ‘seems out of place for the area’ but… yeah.’ Ryan finished. A good looking waiter joined them, breaking the awkward exchange. After he shared the featured entree options and made wine recommendations, the two made a toast and dove into the fresh. I did not make it home that day, there was no wife to be concerned. There was only me, my apartment, my budding expertise in technology. Management noticed, I was way ahead of the curve, they paid me. Lord did they pay me! I could do anything, make anything, the keyboard was my world away from my world. I remember that day, mostly, I had purchased the car, I wrote them a personal check. Some of the staff came out to watch me leave, waiting for me to have troubles. I had none. I rolled out on. Sunday is my most hated day of the week. The Boomtown Rats had it wrong. Monday’s weren’t the worst. Not for me. I liked my job as Manager of Waste Water Treatment for the town. It was a stress-free occupation that provided rewards, kept me interested, and provided excellent benefits; six weeks paid vacation per year, a defined benefit retirement plan, and enough money to live in comfort. Sunday’s, though, were bleak. It was the end of the weekend. I’d never lost the feeling I’d had in high.