Sometimes when you’ve been at a job for a long time, you feel you’ve pretty much seen every crazy situation it can throw at you. In my case, that meant every manner of perverse piping job and every imaginable clog thereof. And yet when I was contacted

Sometimes when you’ve been at a job for a long time, you feel you’ve pretty much seen every crazy situation it can throw at you. In my case, that meant every manner of perverse piping job and every imaginable clog thereof. And yet when I was contacted

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Not A Lot Of People Will Tell You They Love Their Job And Mean It. They May Like Their Job, Sure, Especially Comparing It To Rough Times In The Past. And The Boss May Be Nice, The Clientele 99% Decent, And The Hours Okay, But It&Amp;Rsquo;S Still Work And

They’d Started Saying The Corn Maze Was Haunted. That Was Ridiculous, Of Course—Not Least Because Demons Were Way More Likely Than Ghosts, Especially Around Hallowe’en, And Nobody Was Reporting The Maze To Be Possessed. But There Was Something

The Halloween Season Is Glorious—Ghosts And Monsters, Demons And Ghouls, Prowling And Plundering Under The Open Moonlight. And When It Ends, One Can Easily Feel The World Has Lost That Edge Of Danger, Especially Around Here As Light Snows Begin To

Rain Fell In Spatters On The Tent Where Greg Had Been Trying To Recover His Strength—The Vacation Had Taken A Lot Out Of Him. The Chastity Device Had Been The Biggest Burden, Certainly; Even Though Several Loads Of Cum Had Indeed Been Wrested From

It Was Hard To Get Used To Just How Early It Got Dark Here When Winter Came. Sure, You Expect The Evenings To Be Dark, But On This Edge Of The Time Zone The Sun Was Already Gone From The Sky Before Five. The Combination Of The Darkness, The Snowy Weathe

Christmas Morning On My Own, Rain Splattering On The Motel Room Window In The Dark. The Holiday Doesn’t Mean As Much When You Don’t Have Family Or Friends Around; Work Had Me In The City For The Whole Month, And My Chief Exposure To The Holiday Season

There Were Probably People Better Qualified To Hunt Down Cardo. I Mean, He Was A Mad Scientist, A Wolf Who’d Been Wreaking Corruption In People’s Minds From World To World, And I Was Just A Small-Time Detective, A Red Panda–Tanuki Hybrid Travelling

There’s An Old Saying, ‘Don’t Get Mad, Get Even.’ Sure, It Sounds Nice On Paper, But Who Wants To Stop At Getting Even? Why Go To All The Trouble Of Holding A Grudge And Plotting Revenge And Carrying Out Your Clever And Glorious Retaliation

I Stood On The Sidewalk In Front Of The House That Used To Be Mine, Ready For A Fight. Anyone Who Looked At Me Probably Wouldn’t Think Me Much Of A Fighter—A Small Otter, Not Even Four Feet Tall, Somewhat On The Pudgy Side. Anyone Who Knew My Opponent,

The Shopping Mall Is Even Quieter At Night Than During The Day, But I Don’t Mind It. People Think It’s Weird To Live There, But Some Of Us Need To Live In Particular Conditions That Make It Actually Kind Of Decent. You Might Be A Bit Fragile To

I Started Out By Telling People I’d Been In An Accident. It Was The Only Explanation That Didn’t Entirely Freak People Out, Aside From A Few Very Intimate Friends Online Who Knew The Real Truth: I Hadn’t Lost My Good Arm In An Accident—I’d

I Never Wanted To Be Paired Up With Eckhart. He Reminded Me Of The Fat Lazy Cop Stereotype And I Hated Him For It—I’d Made Up My Mind That If I Ever Came To Outrank Him I’d Raise The Fitness Requirements For His Position Till He Was Knocked Down

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