The Ass-assin
That night sleep was restless. You couldn't help but toss and turn as you thought of the day ahead. Early in the morning, you fiddled with a pot of water on the stove to get just the right temperature for your thermometer. Moments after snapping a picture you made the call, and sent the image to your boss.
Jennifer was a bitch anyways. Your job was fine. Your boss was attractive, but she was never happy. Never smiling. Maybe she just needed a good fuck...
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