MY ARCH NEMESIS, MY SECOND CHANCE ETERNAL MATE! REDEMPTION.

t the back in the kitchen where I was arranging a new consignment

es do. Nevermind, the fool of a naive girl, of course! I do get used up ... I just never show! which I feel I should be exhibiting more often now. Apart from that, I could say; I am a workaholic ... on condition though! Kind of like a victim of circumstances thin ...g. What the deception from David's descendants c

ted voice. As my head comes out the door to know why she was interrupting

ment and people must come in right? However, if it is what I am thinking? Hell naaa! She dares not! Who the fuck does she think she is? Does she think she is some sort of Queen Elizabeth I should be running errands for? Even so! I refuse to be her slave. Girl better w

the high bar stool she glued her butts to, using the counter as a brace making ample room for me t

re was a customer and he is looking through our menu as he rightly should and she should be getting ready to go take his orders to the kitchen to be served then s

ance! "she pus

any last chance in our business or with me. We were not biding anything or even running a promo for that

got sucker punched." was my next line of thoughts but of course! she did

vocally which made me uncertain what just protruded her loose lips, it missed my sense of hearing somehow due t

ted. "there is nothing like 'We' here. It's only you! All on you!" I pointed. "And don't tell me you are looking between his you know ... legs and that's what you particularly insinuating? please exhibit some class."I commented unbelievably. Yet will she not slow it down, she continued her lengthy marketing spiel all in the attempt for me to agree for a hook up. "Abs at perfect best trailing down his V-line unlike any pot belly old man." she described in intricacy shamelessly to the extent of making comparison to my ir