She had many ways of relieving her stress boos, cigarets, she had even gotten her self a Latin love toy named Lance. But nothing lately seemed to take the edge off. By this time she had gotten to her car a red 99 Doge Viper with a solid top. She took her keys out from her purse tried to open the door but had to give it an extra pull for some reason it was sticking.
Finally she got it open and ducked her head to get in and closed the door with a furious slam "fucking door" she said to her self. As she started the car, she noticed the clock and almost eight, even thoe she had five other people working in the office non of that made a difference when two of them called in sick on a Friday no less the busy trading day. Wich was a bunch of bull shit everyone in the office knew those two were fucking like monkeys. She started the engine and made her way home.
As she pulled into her driveway, she was surprised to see no paparazzi at main gate at here home. That was weird, usually they could not get enough of her. She thought that most likely the press was hounding Jessica Simpson about her rumored new tour. Waiting for her to make a mistake so they could just plaster the papers with it. She got to her walkway felling the warm spring air in her hair she looked up and noticed the full moon she was she felt her sexual tension rising as she looked at the moon and thought of those two fuckers at work leaving her very little warning and finding replacements was im... Læs hele novellen
