.."What the hell. My place. Thursday. Ten pm." You will have a glass of good, chilled chardonnay ready for me."- - -I thought about that conversation ...for the next two days. So fucking weird. And she's so ugly. So come Thursday, I started drinking beers sometime after nine. I thought maybe I could drink her pretty.Right at the stroke of ten, there was a knock on my door. I open it, and immediately thought, I shoulda had more beers. She isn't pretty yet.Ming charged into my apartment. No. I'm Kosolapov. She's the shift manager and I'm a general foreman." Please excuse me, I made an unwarranted assumption. Where can we find the big bosses?" The plant manager's office is three doors down that way," he said, pointing in the direction we had been traveling.Cicero asked, "Pardon my inquisitiveness, but why are you fucking your boss?" Because, if I don't, my pay gets docked! She's got the power around here on this shift, and she demands that all four of the general foreman fuck her at. But I pretend I do not notice as I coolly insert the temp into her tasty tight rosetteCute she looks like this, so submissive, sweet and seductive, I wish I can keep her like this and be mine for everThese few minutes I spend to caress her ass cheeks, checking them for firmness, as I grab them by both handsI take the thermometer out to read ... and conclude that she seems hot everywhere except inside her sexy secretOf course I expose her pretty ploy and promise to punish her hotness for fooling. When I arrived at my friend's parents' house, his mom was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer and I could tell she had been crying. I gave her a hug and asked her what happened. She gave me a beer and told me the story. While she was telling me the story, I realized she had been drinking for some time, as she was slurring her words and not making sense from time to time. She drank three more beers while we were talking; I had two.Now, she is not a beauty queen, but she is attractive.