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Girlfriend Turned Mistress Part 1 Two years ago, was when my girlfriend and I started dating. She came from wealth, and was very smart, and turned that money into more. I didn't really see why she wanted me of all people, but love is love I guess.
I didn't have a job, never really did. Just went from fast food place to grocery store clerk, and never stayed at one to long. Which when you were dating someone who has money to burn, didn't matter.
But one day, she came come and saw me laying on the couch. She walked over with a smile and sat down on my stomach and began to rub my chest. "Hey honey. What's got you in such a good mood?" I asked resting my hands on her hips.
"I've started a club of sorts. And everything seems to be ready to start." She said leaning forward to kiss me. "Really? What's the club?" I asked pulling her closer to me. "Well, we don't really have a name yet. It's just me and a few other rich girlfriends of mine.?" She s
The diary of an elven archaeologist. 3
Something is seriously wrong with her. Over the weekend she was actually… rather nice! It was my turn to do the washing up on Sunday but she had finished it all by the time I got back from my walk. Not only that but she seemed rather pleased when I came back with a bag full of edible things from the surrounding forest. It's not like I found anything of interest at this time of year. Just a few leafy plants to go in some salad is all…
She has even invited me to this 'conference' on Wednesday. Apparently it is a large group of like minded people gathering for a talk and a meal in the big hotel in town. The talk is on Ancient Egypt. Not exactly my thing but it might be interesting. She assured me there will be vegetarian food there (I am inclined to believe her, considering she is a vegetarian too) and we wouldn't have to spend a day away from the dig as we could easily travel there and back in the evening. I guess going wouldn't be too bad…
I just wish I
Just a Game
Sighing to himself, Tyr leaned back in his chair and slid his finger across the tablet’s screen. He planned on staying up half the night to read reports. The Director liked to keep everything on file, and she only trusted him to get the job done. As much as he enjoyed his job, reading reports from incompetent skins was not high on his to-do list. None of them actually bothered to log properly, and he agreed the process was sometimes futile. Of course, he had to take responsibility for his squad and look over their progress. “You have got to be kidding me,” he grumbled, scrolling to the next report. He usually saved the easy work for the evening, but the dull paragraphs were difficult to follow. Why was he rereading the same sentence and not finding meaning behind it? It might be because his squad grasped nothing when it came to reporting. Tyr was tempted to delete the training files and scrap the new recruits.
A low ping drew his attention, coming from his computer. H