He would have his days free to do what he wanted and then sleep at work and get paid for it. Because who would want to break into a textile factory?
After the second beer with done and Thomas returned with a third, he had found his words.
And somehow that would make everything alright, like the rain.
It was only then that he realised he was crying, and had been for a few minutes.
Jenkins was, where he always was at that point in the day, sitting on the small wooden stool, which he firmly believed was specifically designed to be the most uncomfortable stool in the world, peeling potatoes.
Jack hated his job. It had been challenging for the first week and a half, but once he’d gotten into the rhythm of it, it had basically stayed the same. What made it worse, for him anyway, was that the deeper into the routine of his job he got, the more it felt like his…
He remembered a few trays of shots arriving that he thought he might have ordered, and then smash cut to a splitting headache at home alone in bed. Which raised the question, where was his girlfriend?
Jeani was cute with a slender build and curves in the right places, but above all, she was smart. The men liked her because she could engage their minds as well as their bodies and the Headmistress liked her because she knew she’d leave before getting worn out, but would always come back.
“Well that just goes to show what we’ve been saying all these years, how advanced the Egyptians really were compared to other cultures of the time. Now come on let’s see what’s behind it.”
The friend’s jaws dropped and for a moment it looked like they might actually hit the floor. Then the one pulled himself together, put on a smug face and said.