"You should start ordering salads."Timmy frowned back in confusion. "Do yoooou...work for therestaurant?" No," the woman replied, a touch of disgust i... her voice. "I've got abetter job than some dumble-fuck delivery boy, thank you." But...this does come from the restaurant?" Timmy asked."Payment slip's got your name on it, kid," the woman responded. "Youare Timmy Portnoy, aren't you?" Yes, but..."The woman then stepped right into the office, gently shoving Timmy tothe side as she interjected.. Perhaps they would.When blue Jeans kissed my wife I reached for the car door handle.My fingers trembled. They actually shook against the catch. He didn’t just kiss her, she kissed him. A stranger. The other guy, I’ll call him Wes, he kissed Annette’s neck. The girls loved it.‘you drive this route a lot, your rig…. wow!?’ said Jenny. There was a slut drawl to her voice. I barely recognised her.Blue Jeans wanted Jenny’s mobile number. I heard about that. They then rang ahead when they would stop. More

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