darrenfate
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Jack
Fuck them all!
Jack Berry was angry, the bastards at work had set him up, and now all his decison making authority was relagated to an executive staff committee, of which he was only one vote in five. He was assured it would be a "collaborative" environment but that only meant that his job was safe for just a little while. He had better regain their respect, and fast.
He needed a break, a mental vacation in order to sort things out. His career could be resurrected but first he had to regroup. It had been all work for the last seven years and look where it had gotten him. Nowhere. He had to get a life. He had to get a woman.
Jack was still mulling things over when he pulled into the lot, parking in his designated slot # 32. Wow. A new 2004 red Vette sat there in spot #33.
Ooooo love the license plate:
Vixxen
Nice. He had a new neighbor. Must be they finally sold the vacant condo next to him. He should introduce himself. Well, why the hell not? He had just decided to get a life, hadn't he? Might as well start right now. Jack grabbed a bottle of Shiraz from his wine rack and headed over.
Jack walked up to her door, and drew back his hand to knock. Juyst then he heard peals of laughter. Multiple voices, decidedly feminine, all laughing the way only good friends do.
He hesitated, then thought the better of it. He'd wait til she was alone.
Damn, those voices were attractive. He sighed. Jack had never felt so alone as he slipped back inside his condo ...
Jack
Fuck them all!
Jack Berry was angry, the bastards at work had set him up, and now all his decison making authority was relagated to an executive staff committee, of which he was only one vote in five. He was assured it would be a "collaborative" environment but that only meant that his job was safe for just a little while. He had better regain their respect, and fast.
He needed a break, a mental vacation in order to sort things out. His career could be resurrected but first he had to regroup. It had been all work for the last seven years and look where it had gotten him. Nowhere. He had to get a life. He had to get a woman.
Jack was still mulling things over when he pulled into the lot, parking in his designated slot # 32. Wow. A new 2004 red Vette sat there in spot #33.
Ooooo love the license plate:
Vixxen
Nice. He had a new neighbor. Must be they finally sold the vacant condo next to him. He should introduce himself. Well, why the hell not? He had just decided to get a life, hadn't he? Might as well start right now. Jack grabbed a bottle of Shiraz from his wine rack and headed over.
Jack walked up to her door, and drew back his hand to knock. Juyst then he heard peals of laughter. Multiple voices, decidedly feminine, all laughing the way only good friends do.
He hesitated, then thought the better of it. He'd wait til she was alone.
Damn, those voices were attractive. He sighed. Jack had never felt so alone as he slipped back inside his condo ...
