the chelsea megastore


everyone had gone to sleep ... even squat mike, who has been boozeing premier league for fourteen years dropped off on the couch. only i'm still craving for another drink and beer. tomorrow's work will be cruel, but fortunately the new boss is blind and too inward-that appealed to management. In fact to that cock, who calls himself the owner - big master. my colleague what makes me know that booze, but I think he doesn´t care. he's glad he's happy and also he has trouble with the wife and a son, so I'm not solve. like every morning after the hangover i imagine what it would be to wake up sober. prepare my wife the breakfast, enjoy the shower, fuck her (quickie from behind and no kissing), take another shower, a chat with a neighbor and with a clean collar and a smile on the lips going to job. instead, i'll put the third cigarette in bed and a cup of a strong coffee, after which I will feel still worse, but at least i'm a little thinking ... i´ll jerk off my dick (i think of the boss, fucking her through the lunch break in the warehouse), wash my face and rolls out. the wind is blowing outside and the radio plays ASAP Rocky – Everyday. there´s a disarray at work today. like every friday once every three weeks when big master comes to the control day. it is clear that if he hits me somewhere and put me straight, he will fired me immediately and I sign the statement without any embarrassment. but I am lucky today, craps like me do not care him today, he screams the boss the whole noon. even for us ... he doesn´t show up, I am darning all the morning as possible. all of our stuff are fucking scared and work as mad. around the eleven i feel a little better even thinking about what i´ll undertake in the evening. I go for a cigarette behind the store. i meet there unexpectedly boss. she cries and tells me that I'm on the job only one who understood her. i stroke her hair, it´s going to be the lunch .... i´ll probably miss it…



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