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It seems that many of my photos are of you and have been for many years. This all started when I was in my late 30s, still a teen mom. I started dating this charming young man who was a complete stranger to me. I didn’t know what to expect when I first met him but I was very curious about his life.
I knew what I was getting into before we went out, and after we had sex. After I got him home I took many pictures of him and his home for my own amusement, and for our friends.
I’ve found in retrospect that these photos of you are a lot more fun to look at than I originally thought. Though they were funny to look at, you were, in my opinion, the best part of the photos. People who knew you could tell you were a very fun, outgoing, and beautiful person, but I didn’t realize just how special of a person you were until after the fact.
It was a good thing I had my friends around me, because I was able to talk to you about your photo shoot. I told you I was going to go take a trip to Paris and you said you were happy to see me. I dont remember taking a photo of you, but I remember you were very excited to see me and I was happy to see you.
I was a naughty business woman. I had a job, and I was always making life difficult for my boss. I was a pretty good employee, and I worked hard at keeping my boss happy. He had me do a lot of grunt work for him, so I had to be extra nice to my boss. I didnt mind it, because I was good at my job, and I knew I was pretty good at making his day better.
This is the kind of role-play that makes me think I might need to take up a hobby… or two.
It’s not just the “nice boss” role-play. For a naughty business woman, I have to keep reminding myself that I’m also just a dumb, stupid employee. I’m constantly making life harder for my boss, and I’m a pretty good employee who is constantly making life harder for me.
At any given time, I can be an “unemployed, depressed, alcoholic, drug user, and/or prostitute all in the same day.” That’s not a bad thing. In fact, that’s the only good thing about me. It means that I don’t have to worry about my boss or the other employees. If I do make mistakes, I don’t have to go to the boss for help.
The problem is that being unemployed and constantly trying to get laid off, or worse, an alcoholic, drug addict, or prostitute, is a terrible way to spend your life. But Im not going to lie. As much as I want to say that Im a good employee, Im not. Im a dumb, stupid employee just like you. But thats not the point. The point is that no matter how bad I make it for myself, I still have to make it for my boss.
What exactly is the point? The point is that it would be nice if I could just have whatever job I wanted, and I could get it as quickly as possible. If I have a bad day and I need something done, I can go to the boss and he can usually get it done in a flash. But if I just try to do good work and get paid by the hour, no matter how bad it is the boss might not be able to get it done in a flash.