I've worked 33 hours over the last three days. 33 goddamn hours of lifting and turning and pushing and pulling the hundred-plus-pound dead weights we call "our valued customers." (I kid! I love sick crazy people! They're my best friends! Actually many of them are very sweet. But it doesn't make them weigh less.)
Tonight, I'm finally off work, and I'm going to go spend the night with Alan.
If he wants sex, that boy is going to backrub like he never backrubbed before.
Of course, sex is a mutual decision and not something the woman makes the man "earn." Right?
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