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.
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.
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.
His son’s bright face as he let out another even louder laugh that started as a blast and turned into a helplessly charming bubbling giggle.
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.
“Why are we doing this again?”
Yelled Josh frustrated,
After one too many jokes he found he couldn’t get the idea out of his head that people thought he was cruel and it bothered him how angry it made him, which quickly turned into a downward spiral and before he knew it, he could barely take two steps out his door without starting an internal argument with himself about the thoughts of total strangers.
“It’s creepy is all I’m saying. You just sit here alone, watch the show and then sneak off back home.”
“Lots of people do that, it’s normal and shhh.”