JEM's Pages

Joshua Crandell slowly made his way through the wide deserted halls of Central High while nervously fingering the yellow note he had received from Mr. Jackson. He had been in music class learning about Beethoven when another student had interrupted the class to give it to him. Why did he wanna see me?  Was one of the questions he repeatedly asked himself since he hadn't done anything wrong. At least not as far as he knew. But that didn't stop him from starting to sweat profusely the nearer he got to the principal's office. Mr. Jackson's secretary, a Miss. Gwen Silver, looked up from her typing as Joshua opened the door. "And how may I help you young man?" she efficiently asked sounding as prim as she looked with her hair in a tight bun, light gray colored glasses framing her eyes and the flower-decorated sweater that covered, a slightly small, white collared shirt. "Uh, well," he mumbled nervously while handing her the personally writte...

She was warned this would happen if she forgot to keep the milk in stock. But as much fun as this was, she won’t do it again. It takes too long for her to supply enough milk for those unwilling to wait. The tape was placed over her mouth when a customer tried to put his cock in there. It was against store regulations. === I did write that little bit. I wanted to slightly turn the pic that I was presented into something completely different.   ===

alwaysfamilyfirst: My Dad told us that his boss needed a new assistant, so I asked him if he would recommend me, as I needed to work for the summer. The next day he came home and told me that his boss was okay with it, but I had to go through an interview with the both of them. Well, I guess I got the job. === “Who’s looking for a summer job?” Antony asked us while having lunch in the cafeteria.  “I am,” Blanche and I both said at the same time.   “Not you Blanche,” he told her. “It’s a job for a guy,” he told her before turning to me.  “That’s sexist!” she protested.  “I’m sorry,” he said as he turned back to her. “It’s an assistant job for my Dad’s boss and his boss promised his wife that he wouldn’t hire any women.” he ended. Then continued to look at her to see if still had any objections. She stayed quite.  “So,” Antony said as he turned back to me. “You want the money for your move to PenState right?” he asked ...