’ He then went on to explain how firing people was very similar to killing them, in terms of self-esteem and the consequences, but that managers had... to be able to do it.I often wondered if that was why I always liked line jobs over staff. My father didn’t believe in capital punishment (strange in a hard-core Republican, at least to me) and hated line positions, where that sort of thing happens. I never had any problems with firing people; it’s just part of the job, nothing personal, just do. “That’s right Karen, take it…….take it all, you fuckin’ whore.”, he ordered as he held her still by pulling her hair and controlling her movement as he pumped his cock in and out, forcing her to spittle and drool as he thrust it past her gag reflex. Just then the phone rang. Aw fuck he thought. I’ll just ignore it and let the fuckin thing ring as the familiar click of the answering machine could be heard, and then the slurred “Hello? Hell..llo? Jim you there? Jim…Jim pick up the phone, I need. We need to clean that up." Later," Fred said. "I'll have Carla take care of it. I got tangled in a bush just as we were coming off that bank with her." You sure?" Yeah, I'm too frigin' wet to worry with it right now." Well, okay. Suit yourself, but I'll be glad to take care of it for you if you change your mind. Oh, and about the dripping; we're all dripping. Although, it does look like you have a good bit more mud on you than I do. And, trust me, I know how tiring CPR can be. Most people at an. She said something then and the wool I'd been gathering must have muffled it."What? I didn't hear that," I said."I was talking to myself, mostly," she said."Well what were you saying to yourself?" I asked.She blushed a little and didn't answer for a couple of minutes."It isn't so bad to be caught, by you anyway, I guess. You don't seem to be so mean yet, and after you're out of here I'll be able to get away easy enough, I'll just have to do it without giving you the conk on the head I wanted.