Regardless, it turned out that he had some hidden talent as a writer. Enough talent that since college he has had a very successful career churning ou... novels that are somewhere between Harlequin romances and outright porn. He calls them 'cliterature', because they appeal to lonely, horny women. In the eight years since he graduated, he has produced one of these potboilers every year, and invariably they fly off the bookshelves. Not NY Times bestsellers, but they do provide him with a healthy. The tearsran freely from my eyes, dripping onto the expensive leather. Myprogression from mature adult male to emotional teen girl was not onlycontinuing, it was starting to accelerate.How long would it be before the damage to my psyche was permanent? Aday? A week? I had no way of knowing. And with this being the firsttime Matthew had swapped with someone who wasn't dead a few minuteslater, I was pretty sure he was just as clueless.I lay there, trying to fight the wave of despair and fear. I keep having to redirect him back to my tits as he tries to move a hand lower or higher. I notice a man has been standing close watching us and it seemed like a perfect chance. I crook my finger at him and he comes closer. My phone beeps and I grab James' hands and look at him. "We are going to finish this later but I have to stop you for now!" He knows it must be part of a dare so he backs away to pull his own card. I notice that my audience has grown since my tits are still on display. I. "I watched his fat ass walking towards me. "Whats your problem" he asked meI smiled and looked at him in his blood shot eyes. "I think I need to move on from this place" What you saying, your quiting? " then he laughed. "What the fuck you going to do?"No one is going to hire your used up ass". The fire grew in my gut. That mother fucker is not going to talk to me like that. Then I blurted out."You fat, stinking, pile of blubber, take this job and stick it up your big Italian ass" I reached for.
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