I have been short on money these past few months. I had a good job, but I lost it. The place where I work made paper bags, all different sizes of paper bags. Just likes the bags that you get when you go grocery shopping. You know those brown paper bags that they have. The company I worked for had to shut down. They said they were loosing money left and right. Who knows, all I know is that I lost my job.

A few months ago I got a job at a restaurant. It isn't a good job, but it's money I guess. I only make six dollars an hour, as you can see it's not much money. I can hardly pay my rent, let alone all the other stuff I have to buy. I try to get a free meal while I'm at work, but sometimes I don't have time to eat. It's a real fucking busy place and we are always short on help. As soon as they hire people, they turn around and quit. I've seen times where it has been just three of us to run the whole store. One waitress, one dishwasher, and me the cook. Sometimes I have to do all three things.

I've been trying to look for a new job, but I can't seem to be able to find one. I don't have any real education, other than high school. I like to think of myself as being smart, but that won't get me any better jobs. Most of these jobs around here require some college education. At least the jobs that pay good that is. I might go back to college some day, but I don't know. I don't know if I could handle sitting in a classroom at my age. I'm not old, but I'll soon be old. I like to think of myself as a young thirty year old girl. Though, sometimes I feel like an old 30 year old bitch.

I haven't been able to pay my bills lately. Actually, I'm so far in debt that I wouldn't be surprised if they turn off my electricity. Wouldn't that be really shitty? To have to sit all fucking day in the dark. It sucks to be me, let me tell you that first hand. I thought and thought of ways to get me out of this hole. Believe me, I've thought of just about everything. I even thought about baking cookies and trying to sell them, but I didn't have the money to buy the stuff to make cookies. So, that was out of the question. So was anything that required money.

To make a long story short, I decided that I would sell myself. That's right, I would be a whore. I know that you are probably going to think less of me, but I could care less. I don't care what you think of me.

I don't think you would last ten minutes in my life. In fact, I know you wouldn't be able to. Do you think you could go to bed being so hungry your stomach hurts? If not, then don't put me down for deciding to be a whore.

I looked through my closet to find something that I could wear. I have never done anything like this before, but I figured it would be a good idea to wear something sexy. Also, something that would be easy to take off.

The last thing I needed was to have a customer want to fuck and I have to take off a hundred pieces of clothing. That could make him change his mind really fast.

I decided to go with a little plaid skirt that I had. I also had some knee high stockings that went with it. Though I'm not a young girl, I thought I would dress up like all of the girls do. Sometimes I go by the college and see what those girls are wearing. If I have the money, I try to get outfits like they wear. I know it's silly, but it makes me feel young. Maybe I'm hoping deep down inside that someone will think I'm one of those college girls.

I got dressed up and put on my makeup. I also wore a little shirt that really showed off my tits. I mean, they were popping out of that fucking shirt. I knew that I had to look good to make money. Actually, I wasn't sure what I had to do to make money. Not only that, but I wasn't sure how much to charge people. All I knew was that I should stand on a corner downtown and try to get customers.

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“Can I take your order?” The waiter said looking down at me.

“I'm not sure what I want to eat yet.” I said looking over the menu.

“Just let me know when you are ready.” He said as he walked away.

Everything looked so good. Everything looked so fattening too. I didn't know where to start. All I knew was, I was as hungry as a horse. I'm sure if they had a big enough plate of horse meat, I would have ate it.

I looked over and seen a menu board. On it was all of the specials of the day. The prices were right, but it didn't have anything that I wanted. It was mainly seafood and sandwiches. It looked like stuff people would order if they were planning to take the food home. I don't know why, but that is the impression that I got after reading all of it.

“Fuck, I'm hungry!” I said under my breathe as I looked over the menu.

Finally, I seen something that looked tasty. It was the two grilled chicken breast dinner. Wow, finally something that would settle my hungry stomach.

“Waiter, sir, I'm ready to order.” I said waving my hand in the air.

“What can I get for you?” He asked.

I could tell that he was trying to look down my shirt. He wasn't and old guy, but he wasn't a young one either. He looked like he might have been in his late 20's early 30's.

“I'll have the two grilled chicken breast dinner.” I said while my mouth watered.

“What two sides would you like with that?” He asked.

“What kind of vegetables do you have?” I asked looking over the menu.

“Today I have buttered corn and I also have green beans.” He said.

“I'll take both of those.” I said back to him.

“Would you like rolls or biscuits?” He asked while writing something in his tablet.

“I'll take rolls.” I said.

“I'm the only guy here tonight.” He said while scribbling in his note pad.

“If I don't get any more orders, yours will be up right away.” He said looking down at me.

“You mean you are the waiter and the cook?” I asked shocked.

“I'm the waiter, the cook, the dishwasher, the bus boy. You name it ma'm and I'm it.” He said while shaking his head.

“Wow, that is impressive.” I said surprised at his ability to do everything.

“At the end of the day, my feet remind me how impressive it is.” He said jokingly.

“Let me go make your food before I get any more orders.” He said while walking back to the kitchen.

It is hard to believe that he does all of this. There isn't a thing in this place he doesn't do. But, there weren't any customers in the place either. It looked like he was getting ready to close the place down. I could tell that over in the corner a family had ate there. There were crayon drawings all over the place mats.

I'd never eaten at this place before. The only reason why I stopped by was because it attracted my eye. Just something about the place, maybe it was the strange sign out on the side walk.

“I forgot to ask, what do you want to drink?” He said as he came out of the kitchen.

“Do you have iced tea?” I asked.

“We sure do. Would you like lemon with that?” He asked as he went back in the kitchen.

“No lemon, thank you.” I yelled back at him.

The man came out of the kitchen with a plate in one hand and the rolls in another hand.

“If I had just one more hand, I could bring out your drink at the same time.” He said while laughing.

He put the food down and right away my stomach was happy. I didn't even have to take a bite of it. Everything on the plate was steaming hot, especially the buttered corn.

“I'll get you your iced tea.” He said after putting the food down on the table.

I dug in right away. It was all I could do to keep myself eating too fast. The man put the glass of iced tea next to my plate.

“I'm going to shut the place down. But, don't feel like you have to hurry. I have a lot of stuff I have to do in the back. You have plenty of time to eat your food.” He said hurrying back.

The food was great. I couldn't believe how good it was. It made me wish I had discovered this place sooner. The portions were huge, at least twice what most places would give. The chicken breasts were so juicy, it was hard to believe. This guy could really cook!

“I'll have your bill out to you in a few minutes.” He said peeping over the counter.

“Take your time.” I said while finishing off my meal.

“Here you go ma'm. Would you like a slice of pie?” He asked as he handed me the check.

“No, I'm full.” I said looking down at the check.

The prices seemed good too. Less than eight dollars for the whole meal.

“I'll have your money ready in just a minute.” I yelled to him.

I looked and looked through my purse and couldn't find any money. Then, I found a five dollar bill. I couldn't understand where all my money had went. I had twenty dollars when I left the house today on my way to work. Then, it hit me, I spent fifteen dollars on gas today. The bill was almost eight dollars and all I have was five dollars.

“Sir, Sir.” I said as I looked around for him.

“I only have five dollars.” I said as he cut me off.

“Oh, that is a problem.” He said while putting down a rag he had been using to wash things with.

“Do you take credit cards?” I asked.

“No. We don't take checks either. We are a cash only business.” He said looking down at my purse.

“Oh, well I can go home and get more money.” I said closing up my purse.

“Ma'm, I can't allow that to happen. I will have to call the police and file a report.” He said shaking his head.

“Call the police? For under three dollars?” I asked shocked.

“Yes. I own this place and I am the only worker. If I let you not pay, then other people would try not to pay.” He said while wringing his hands.

“But, I promise I will go straight home and get you the money. I promise.” I begged.

“I can't. It is the principal ma'm. I let you do this and everyone will be doing this.” He said walking over to the phone.

“Wait, don't call the cops. Please.” I begged.

“I have no other choice.” He said while picking up the phone.

I ran over the the phone and I took it out of his hand.

“Maybe we can work out a deal for the three dollars?” I asked as I put the phone down.

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I put my lips around his cock and I sucked on it lightly. Jim let out a long moan. I knew then that he was in the mood for a good fucking.

“That is what I call a hard cock.” I said while stroking his cock.

“You do it to me every time.” Jim said with a smile.

Jim's cock was long and hard. There were veins that went up and down it that looked like a river. They looked like a river that you would expect to see on a map. The head of his cock was well defined. It looked like a swollen fireman's hat.

“I love the way you suck cock.” Jim said as he placed his hand on the back of my head.

Jim pushed my face into his cock so hard, that I thought I was going to choke. Jim must have really enjoyed this blow job, because he never has acted like this before.

“I love sucking your cock.” I said as I looked up at him.

If you haven't guessed by now, I work at a motel. Here I give blow jobs for ten dollars. That is all I do. I suck cock all day long. If they want to go all the way, they go to one of the other girls. I also make sure that they wear a condom when I suck their cock. Most men find it strange to get their dicks sucked while wearing a condom, but that is my rule. Most men say that I suck a dick so good, that it doesn't matter if they wear a condom. If they don't like it, they can risk getting a disease from another girl. They will find someone to suck their cock without wearing a condom.

I could tell that Jim was enjoying himself because of the way he was puckering up his lips. It made his mustache look like a long carpet that went along his upper lip. I have always liked men who have mustaches. I don't like beards or side burns, but I do like a mustache. I think it makes a man look distinctive. I also like the way it tickles my pussy. Come on girls, you know what I am talking about!

Jim likes it when I play with his balls when I suck his cock. This drives him crazy. I have been sucking Jim's cock now for a few years. I would say he is one of my more steady customers. Usually he comes in once per week, but sometimes we will come in two times. Jim always comes to me to get his dick sucked. I think that says a lot about my cock sucking ability. If there is one thing I know, it is business. It is a good business practice to give customers the most bang for their buck. I do that, trust me I do.

I've been told by women that when their man comes in for one of my blow jobs, they never come out the same. Wives and girlfriends have told me that their men will beg them to suck cock like I do. Maybe I am bragging, but I don't mean to.

If there is one thing a woman should do it's get to know her man's cock. Most women don't take the time to get to know their man's cock. I don't know why that is, but I don't understand it. I love getting my face in their crotch and getting to know what they like. I love sucking cock, maybe that is why I do it for a living.

I don't look at a blow job as something that is just about pleasure. I see it as a way to get to know my man. There is nothing more personal than having a man's penis in your mouth. I always make sure that I find out what my man likes to have done. Some men love to cum in your mouth, other guys like you to play with their balls. Some, just love getting some attention down there.

I've been sucking cock for twenty years. Not exactly twenty years, but close enough. I like to think that I know what men like. But, I also know that what I don't know, I will figure out. Some men have little quirks about them that others don't. I had one boyfriend that liked it when I let my hair grow long. He liked to run his fingers through my hair when he came. I could tell that he enjoyed his orgasms more when he did this.

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I'm going to tell you something that will blow your mind. I know that it fucked up my life big time when it happened. My boyfriend had sex with my very best friend. I caught them fucking right in my own bed! I couldn't believe it, they were fucking in my own bed. If that wasn't more than I could handle, what happened next will blow your mind.

I went out shopping with my sister. We like to go shopping on pay day. We normally don't buy a lot of stuff, just a few things. Sometimes we just pick up some groceries or little items. We like to get out and talk, you know like us women do.

We went shopping and I got a real nice beef brisket. I was going to cook it for my boyfriend. He loved beef, any way that it can be cooked. I think the guy would have ate it raw if I let him. I've never known a man who loved beef as much as that guy did. Sometimes I would catch him eating cheese burgers in his car. I would clean his car out from time to time and he always had a bunch of cheese burger wrappers all through the car.

I came home and I put the stuff away. The whole time I was thinking about how I could cook this brisket for Steven. I was planning a big meal with the brisket and all kinds of fixings. Then, I heard something strange. It was a weird sound coming from my bedroom Steven told me that he had to work that day, so it took me by surprise. I heard people talking, and I couldn't understand who it was. I don't have a television or a radio in my bedroom, so I knew that I didn't leave anything on when I went shopping.

I walked very slowly up to my bedroom door. It was closed, this too was very strange. I never close my bedroom door. I have no reason to, it's just me and Steven here. I stood still and listened to what was going on. This really fucking blew my mind.

“I never knew you liked to eat pussy,” I heard Steven say.

Who was eating who's pussy? This made my fucking blood boil. What kind of shit was he doing in my bed? I don't know, but I was going to find out.

“Lick me right there Carla,” I heard a voice say.

Who the fuck is Carla? Why is she in my bedroom? How many people were in my bedroom? I had no clue, but I knew that I was about to see something that I didn't like. Something so bad, that it made my stomach sick.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I said as I slammed open the door.

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“Awwwwe fuck!” Kelly yelled as her car stalled.

This is the second time this week that her car stalled. She knew that she had to get it fixed, but she didn't have the money. The mechanic won't take payments and she doesn't have a credit card.

Kelly got out of the car and lifted the hood. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out what was wrong with the car. It wasn't smoking, it didn't make any funny sounds. There wasn't even a faint odor or anything that caught her eye.

“I don't know what the fuck I am going to do.” She said looking under the hood.

Kelly had just got off work from her office job. She was still wearing her work clothes. She was wearing a long brown dress, that was cut almost all the way up on the side.

She was also wearing a white silk dress shirt and a pearl necklace. She unbuttoned her shirt while she was looking under the hood. It was hotter than hell outside and even the smallest relief felt amazing.

Much to her surprise as Kelly walked back to her car, she seen a man walking up to her. In this day and age, a woman has to be careful. So, she politely said hello and started to get in her car.

“What is wrong with your car?” The man asked.

“I don't know.” Kelly said as she rolled down her window.

“How did it act before it broke down?” He asked leaning towards her through the window.

“It sputtered a little, but that was about it.” She said looking at him.

Even though she was afraid of the stranger, she needed someone to help her get back on the road. If nothing else this man could call a tow truck so she could get home. Anything would be better than setting on the side of the road.

“Are you sure that you didn't run out of gas?” He asked scratching his head.

“Yes, I just put five dollars in it before I left for work. Work is only five miles away from the gas station.” Kelly said as she looked at the gas gauge.

“I can take a look and see what I can find. You might have a leak in your gas tank or maybe something else is wrong.” He said walking around to the front of the car.

“I need you to pop the hood for me.” He said trying to open the hood.

“There is a latch right under the hood. Press that and the hood will come up.” Kelly said getting out of the car.

“This is an older car.” The man said as he looked under the hood.

“Yes, it is all that I can afford right now.” Kelly said.

“I am going to open up the choke in the carburetor. Go inside and start the car.” He said while unscrewing something.

Kelly got in and she started the car.

“Okay, hold on. Let me get some gas in your carburetor.” He said as he jerked on something.

“Now, try again.” He said.

Kelly did as he said and the car started right up. He continued to play around with the car and the motor accelerated really fast. It took her by surprise. He put down the hood and he came around.

“I think your choke is sticking. That is the only thing that I can think of. I messed around with it and it started up. If this happens again, go and…. Let me show you.” He said walking around to the front.

He took off the air filter and he showed her the choke.

“If it stops again, just put a stick or something in there to open it up when you start it. You should get this checked out by a mechanic. You can easily work on it if it breaks down, but it is a pain in the ass.” He said putting the hood back down.

Kelly was happy that nothing bad actually happened to her car. She knew she didn't have the money to fix it. It was all she could do to afford gas, let alone the high prices that mechanics charge.

“How much do I owe you?” Kelly asked the man.

“You don't owe me a thing. Matter of fact, if you want, I can fix this for you. It will cost you a few bucks for parts. I won't charge you anything to fix it.” He said as he wiped his hands on his pants.

This was music to her ears. She could afford the parts if they were cheap enough. But, she couldn't allow the guy not to take any kind of payments.

“I've got to pay you something, I can't let you do it for free.” She said getting her purse.

“Listen lady, I don't need your money. I would rather see you with a safe car then me having a few bucks. Save that money for parts.” He said watching her take money out of her purse.

“I'm not going to let you do the work for free. Can I work it off?” She asked.

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Every one of you ladies will know exactly what I am talking about. We always get horny when it comes that time of the month. You know, our bloody friend. The friend that we wish that would never come back again.

I get horny when I am on my period. I mean really fucking horny. I can't help myself. The only thing that helps me get through it, is a man. I know men don't like to go down there during that time of the month, but that is when I need it the most. I always tell my men that if they fuck me while I am on my period, I'll give them some extra blow jobs. Men always like to get their dick sucked when they wake up in the morning.

This is a true story. I was dating this guy named Rob. Rob was my boyfriend for about two years. We broke up a few years ago. He got a new job and moved away.

Keep in mind, this is a true story. You can't make stuff like this up!

Rob and I had a date planned. We were going down to my favorite bar to get drunk. I know I shouldn't do it, but sometimes I get drunk when I am on my period. It seems to help the cramps. But, my head cramps the next day if I drink too much! I don't know which is worse.

I will now just tell the story. I know I promised before, but I had to say that about getting drunk. I don't know why, but I had to tell you.

“I need to go grab a pack of smokes.” I said as I went through my purse.

“You don't have any cigarettes?” Rob asked.

“I have four cigarettes. That isn't enough for the whole night.” I said as I lit one of the four cigarettes.

“Where do you want to go to get a pack?” He asked.

“Just any gas station is fine.” I said.

We stopped at a gas station that is about half way between the bar and my house.

“I'm going to let you go in and get them.” I said as I puffed on my cigarettes.

“You want light one hundreds? Is that the kind you smoke.” Rob asked.

“Yes. Just one pack is fine.” I replied.
“I'm going to get a couple of packs for myself while I am in there.” Rob said as he got out of the car.

If there was on thing I hated about Rob, it was that he always ran into someone he knew. I'm not saying it's bad to have friends, but it's not like that. He would run into them and talk to them for ever. I mean, he was in that gas station for at least twenty minutes talking to some guy. I didn't even know who the guy was!

Rob came out of the store with his cigarettes but not mine. I asked him where mine were, he said that he forgot to get them. It pissed me off when he did stuff like that. He would spend all that time talking to that guy, but forget all about me. Maybe I'm a little bitchy, but I like to have my man's attention.

Rob got my cigarettes and we went off to the bar. As we got to the bar, I thought of something.

“If we are going to get drunk, how are you going to drive home?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“If we get really drunk. You can't drive us home.” I said.

“Fuck! I never thought of that.” Rob said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

“I will drop you off, then take the car home. I'll call Carl and see if he can drop me off at the bar. I'll buy him a six pack at the gas station or get him something for taking me.” Rob said as he lit a cigarette.

“Sounds good honey. Please, don't spend all night talking to Carl.” I warned Rob.

I know Rob and I know how he acts. He would probably leave me at the bar all night and come when they are going to close. I know Rob, trust me, I know him.

“If I get him a six pack of beer, he will want to go straight home and drink it.” Rob said.

“You get him a six pack then. I want you with me!” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

Rob dropped me off and I went inside the bar. I don't know why, but when I go into a bar I always light a cigarette. I think it is because I want to smoke when I see all that smoke. I ordered a Martini and I found a booth to sit in. I didn't want to sit at the counter, because I didn't want to get hit on by men. If I was single, that would be okay. Some men don't mind their girlfriend's to flirt a little. But Rob, he hated it when I flirted with men. One time he threatened to beat a guy up who I was flirting with.

I smoked my cigarette and drank my Martini. It was a fairly good Martini, it was mixed properly and didn't taste watered down. Sometimes the ice in those shakers makes the drink taste too weak. But, this one was just right.

I don't know if I wanted to chain smoke because I was in the bar or if it was because of PMS. When I am on my period, all I do is smoke. I even fall asleep at night with a cigarette in the ashtray. I never hold the cigarette in bed, I always put it in the ashtray after I take a puff on it. That way, if I fall asleep I don't catch anything on fire.

I noticed a call coming through on my cell phone.

“Hello.” I said into the phone.

“It's me Rob. Carl is at the gas station getting a six pack now. I will be there in about ten minutes.” Rob said.

“Okay honey, I'll see you then.” I said right before I hung up the phone.

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“Are you going to put Randy to bed?” Bob asked.

“I will in a few minutes, I think he is still watching his show.” I said looking over at Randy.

“You know how angry he gets if he doesn't get to watch his cartoons.” Bob said while looking down at him.

When you are married with children, every night seems the same. The only difference is, what you have for dinner. Some nights it might be meat loaf while other nights it is chicken. That is about all that changes when you are married with children.

“Mommy, Mommy, look at that cat run.” Randy said as he watched the cartoon.

“He better run before the dog catches him.” I said as I watched Randy watch the cartoon.

“That dog will eat him for a snack!” Bob said.

“Don't talk like that Daddy, I like cats.” Randy said.

The cat ran off of the side of a cliff.

“It looks like the cat is no gone.” Bob said while raising up from the chair.

“No, he is hiding from the dog.” Randy explained.

Sure enough, the cat was waiting for the dog at the bottom of the hill. The dog came by him and the cat laughed at him. This made the dog angry and chased the cat some more. I knew the cartoon was over because it showed both the cat and the dog in a hospital.

“It looks like neither of them won.” Randy said looking up from the TV.

“Looks like you need to get ready for bed.” I told Randy.

“But, maybe there will be another cartoon on after this one.” Randy said glued to the TV.

“There is no more cartoons after this one.” Bob said.

“How do you know?” Randy asked.

“Because, they are going to show a movie next. Didn't you see the commercials for it?” Bob asked.

“I guess not.” Randy said somewhat depressed.

“Let's go brush your teeth and get you ready for bed.” I told Randy.

Randy got up and ran to the bathroom. He is the only kid I have ever known who actually likes to brush his teeth. When he first started brushing his teeth, he actually brushed them so much his gums would bleed. I even caught him brushing his teeth in the middle of the night. I don't know why he did that stuff, but his grandpa scared him about getting cavities.

“I'm going to get ready for bed too.” Bob yelled as he walked down the hallway.

A few years ago we put a small bathroom in what used to be a closet. Bob said that if we have more kids, we will be thanking ourselves that we have our own bathroom. He is probably right, but it still seems a little weird. I could hear him using his electric razor in our bathroom while I was getting Randy ready for bed. I thought it was kind of weird that he would be shaving before he went to bed.

I put Randy to bed and went into our bedroom. There Bob was up reading some magazine. He got a subscription to some fishing magazine. I don't know why he got it, he never goes fishing. He says he likes to read it because it relaxing him. Go figure, I don't understand that one.

I got ready and I laid in bed.

“Why don't you put that magazine away?” I said as I laid next to him.

“Why?” Bob asked.

“Because, I want you to pay some attention to me.” I said back to him.

“Mommy, I think I heard something down stairs.” Randy said running into the room.

“I'm sure nothing is down stairs.” Bob said putting the magazine away.

“Why don't you go check?” I asked.

“Yeah Daddy, go check.” Randy said.

“I'll go check, but you better be getting to bed.” Bob told Randy.

Bob went downstairs and checked if there was anyone down there. It was just the dog running around downstairs. We started letting him inside the house because it will be getting cold outside. I thought it would be a good idea to get him house broken. Maybe it isn't such a good idea.

“What was down there?” Randy asked afraid.

“It was the dog. Get back to bed.” Bob said.

Randy went back to bed. I checked up on him and we fell asleep. Sometimes that kid doesn't want to go to bed for anything. I don't know, but I might have to ask the doctor if anything might be wrong. I try my best to keep him active so he has things to do.

“What a fucking long day.” I said as I lit a cigarette.

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Here is a story that all of you girls out there will be able to relate too. I have been married to my husband Stan for the past ten years. He is a great man. Well, most of the time he is. He has had the same job for fifteen years and all that jazz. You know how good men are, they like to keep the same job and they make sure the gas tank is always filled in the car.

We have been trying to have a baby for the past few years. I have wanted a family since I was a little girl. I'm sure you know how it is, you play with dolls and you dream one day you will have a real baby. But, it has never happened. I am almost to the point where I am sick of trying.

Sex isn't what it used to be. Actually, we don't have sex very often these days. We might have it if Stan watches some porn or something, but that is about it. We started going to a marriage therapist. Her name is Dr. Phonic. I have never heard of such a strange last name. Stan didn't want to go, but I said that we should go. I want to have a normal sex life.

Well, to make this story short… We talked to Dr. Phonic and he said the reason why he doesn't want to have sex with me anymore is, he feels that it is too clinical. The doctors told us all of these methods we should try to get pregnant. We were to do it at certain times of the day. We were to do it in certain positions. Stan said all of this made him feel like his was doing a medical procedure and not having sex.

I guess I can understand what he is talking about. I don't feel that way, because I didn't allow myself to feel that way. I never looked at it as being a medical procedure, but an act of love between the two of us. Just because we were trying to have a baby, doesn't mean there isn't any love involved. I guess Stan got so wrapped up in the positions and all of that, that he forgot why we were doing it.

I've never felt that my marriage was in jeopardy. I never felt like Stan stopped loving me. I need to be loved just like any other woman out there. I have needs, I have desires that need to be met. I want Stan to do these things for me. The problem as you know, Stan stopped doing it. It really did a number on me. I went through all of the normal stuff that women go through. I thought maybe he was cheating on me, or maybe he stopped finding me attractive. But, now I know it is none of those things.

The Dr. Phonic suggested that we have a romantic dinner. I thought it was a great idea. Stan on the other hand, didn't think it was such a great idea. It seems like every chance we get to be close to each other, we tries to sneak out of it. But, I had a plan.

I knew that if I could get him to the beach, he would go for a romantic dinner. Not because he wanted to be around me, but because he wanted to see all of the hot women in their skimpy swimsuits. Yes, I do get jealous when he looks at these women. But, I had to do something. Sometimes you have to tempt the animal so it can fall into your trap.

I cooked up a great meal. I fried some chicken, I made some of my famous pasta salad. When I make pasta salad I just cook the noodles, throw in some cubed chicken breast, some veggies, and top it all off with some Italian salad dressing. It is so easy to prepare and Stan loves it. I made some baked beans and I also baked a pie. I made sure that it was apple pie, Stan's favorite.

I knew there was no way he could refuse this meal. Everything was his favorites. Put that on top of the hot babes and there was no way he could refuse. I know my Stan very well.

Stan agreed to go to the beach and we went. I made sure that we were right in the view of some really hot babes. I'm not into women, but I know when kind of a woman men like to look at. They like women with nice big tits and round plump asses. Let me tell you, there were plenty of women who fit that kind of bill at the beach. I did feel a little on the jealous side, but I just kept telling myself this was for us.

“I haven't seen a rack that nice in years.” Stan said while eating a chicken leg.

“I knew you would be looking at them right away.” I said.

“You know me, I love seeing women on the beach.” Stan said with his mouthful.

Yes I did know. That is why I brought him to the beach. I wasn't going to tell him that though. I knew that if I did, he would feel like I was trying to manipulate him or something.

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What a fucking day at work. You wouldn't believe all of the shit that happened. I'm a nurse in the emergency room and it was one hell of a busy day. I can't even begin to tell you how awful it was. There was an old guy that cut his hand with a knife. I don't remember how old he was, but he had to be over eighty years old. He was cutting up some onions in his kitchen and sliced his finger a good one. It was a bad cut, but it wasn't life threatening. Though, the old guy thought for sure he was going to die. He was yelling and screaming that he was going to die. I can't believe that a man his age, hasn't came to terms with death yet. A woman also came in and thought she was pregnant. Not only was she pregnant, but she was going to have the baby any time. After a checkup, it was discovered that she wasn't pregnant. We sent her up to the mental ward and everything was okay with her then. We found out that she has a history of mental illness and stuff like this isn't exactly new for her. I've never seen the woman myself, but records show she has been in the emergency room claiming to have all kinds of problems.

I went down to the cafeteria and stood in line for my lunch. My lunch break couldn't have came at a better time. If I was a smoker, I would have been chain smoking. I know I shouldn't let my job get the best of me, but I don't have much of a choice. I take my job serious and sometimes that means I end up stressed out. Some days everything goes just the way you want it. All of the patients get treated and end up being okay. Other days, it seems like you can't do nothing right. Just one death can make you feel like a miserable failure. That one death, was a loving person to someone. There might be a person without their spouse, parent, best friend, whatever. You have to deal with the fact that they died on your clock. Maybe if there was someone else there, they might have been able to save their life. I know that I do my best and rely on my training like everyone else. But, sometimes it can be very difficult to deal with.

“How are you today?” Jackie asked as we stood in line.

“What a fucking day,” I said as I shook my head from side to side.

“One of those days. I know what you mean,” Jackie said as she placed her tray up on the counter.

I looked around to see what I wanted to eat. I should say, to see what they had to eat. I ended up getting the baked cod with rice and beans. It was the first thing that caught my eye. I've learned how to stop ordering food when your gut is growling. If you don't, you will end up with ten times more food on your tray then what you need. I've been working out lately and trying to loose some weight. I don't need to be putting it back on! Not that I was fat before I went on the diet. But, I felt like if I kept going down that road, I would end up being fat. I would end up with an ass so wide, that I would have to put a bumper on it.

I got my food and I found an empty table to sit at. Jackie seen that I was sitting all alone so she came over and sat at my table. She always knows how to make me feel better. We both are into chicks, so we have that in common with each other. We also have had sex before. Sometimes we have sex in the mop closet if we don't have anything better to do. The hospital is one big orgy, all day long. There is always someone fucking. Either it will be the staff fucking the staff, or the staff fucking one of the patients. I'm not lying, it is crazy at this place. They never taught us about this in college!

“There is a cute guy on the other wing,” Jackie said as she lifted a fork to her mouth.

“What is he in for?” I asked.
“I don't remember. I think he had some kind of surgery.” Jackie said, as she paused to think.

I forgot that she works on a different floor than I do. I work in the emergency room and she works upstairs. She handles all of the people who are sick, but they can't go home yet. I see people who are either on the verge of dying or just need to be helped out. Also, we get the crazy people too. Some days it is a little mix of all of those and other days it seems like everyone is on their death beds. I don't understand it myself, but some say it depends on when the next full moon is. When the moon is full, all of the crazy people come out. Some of the nurses and doctors say they call tell when a full moon is going to take place, just by how people act. I don't know about that, I haven't put that much thought into it.

As I ate my cod fish, it made me think of one of my old girlfriends. I know that sounds hilarious, but you will understand in a minute. She used to say that she smelled like cod fish when she was on her period. Every time I eat cod fish I think about her. I see her every now and then and we send holiday cards to each other. We split up on good terms, you could say. No breakup ends in a good way, unless you hate the person you are with. I never hated her, but I really wasn't in love. I just needed someone to pay some attention to me and all that stuff. I'm sure you have dated people for the exact same reason.

“You want to join me and two other girls in on the action?” Jackie asked.

“What action?” I asked, confused what she meant.

“We are all going to fuck the guy. You know, the guy I was telling you about,” Jackie said as she watched me drink from my milk carton.

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“I am so sick and tired of weekends.” I said slamming a pillow on the couch.

“What are you talking about?” Robert asked.

“Every weekend all you do is watch sports.” I said disgusted.

“That isn't true.” Robert said as he frowned.

“Oh you're right. You also eat the food I cook you. That is all that you do.” I said in anger.

“Why are you so pissed off?” I asked.

“Don't worry about me. Go and watch your sports. Let me know who wins.” I said as I left the living room.

“You don't have to be so bitchy.” He said as I left.

I get sick and tired of this. I've been married to him for five years and it is always the same thing. On the weekends he never does anything that I want to do. The only he does is watch TV. He also eats the food I cook for him. If I am lucky, I can watch him drink beer too. Lots and lots of beer until he passes out on the couch. I can't believe that is his idea of a good weekend.

“What is wrong honey?” Robert asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Oh nothing. Just trying to figure out what you would like to eat for dinner.” ” said waving a pot in the air.

“Put the pot down. You don't want to hurt yourself.” Robert said as he backed up.

“Don't worry about me. Worry about the final score of the game. Also, worry about the cold beer in the refrigerator. Maybe you need me to get you some more?” I said like a smart ass.

“Whoa… you really are acting strange.” Robert said.

“A woman needs to get laid from time to time.” I said shaking my fist in the air.

“What are you talking about?” He asked confuses.

“You watch sports all fucking day long. All the time I am craving cock. I want cock so bad, I was going to try anal sex with you.” I said stomping my feet.

“Anal sex?” Robert said with a smile.

“Yes, anything to get you to fuck me.” I said.

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