Guess those baboons were useful after all. A hand came over mine and I looked up at the more masculine hand, "Stop killing the grass, what did they ever do to you?"Oh right, I slipped my hand out from under his, a weird feeling, and wiped it on my shirt, subtly of course. "I'm sleepy," Jenny whin

But some days, especially Mondays, no one wanted to do work. And Jenny didn't care as she kept doing the puzzles in the magazines, something usually I did. "Well the shops will be empty on Mondays. No one likes Mondays," Agreed. "Yeah, just quickly though, I have something tonight," she nodded, t

Because a black full hands top and a black skirt would look classy, maybe I'll look like a waitress. Okay scrap that plan. It was my work uniform when I was an event hostess, black shirt and pencil skirt, black of course, and not only did it give an illusion of a nice shape it made me look skinny. N

I sighed leaning back in my chair fed up with the amount of boxed I had finished, which was only really two more than what I had when she started the call and started picking at my skin. The feeling of PVC glue coming of the skin was indescribable. It was fun, felt amazing and was a tiny bit disgust

I raised an eyebrow, not sure if he meant the reference to the popular police video but nodded as Reed got up onto the seat next to me, turning his chair to face me, "What are you doing here?""Meeting someone?" I said slowly as I wiped the liquid on my dress, oh man, thank god this was black or els