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traces of a coke line that is next to the tequila bottle and close my eyes in disgust at myself. I toss the empty bottle in the trash and remind myself to stop at the liquor store on the way home. After a few minutes I feel myself relax and head to the shower to begin my normal morning routine: shower, grab some Pop Tarts and head to work.
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    I hear the guys and turn to see what the hell they are all worked up about. I spot the boss man as he stands there talking to a brunette. I can’t see her real well from the top of my scissor lift but I hope to hell that isn’t who I think it is.
                  I grab the hem of my shirt and wipe the sweat and dirt from my eyes. It is fucking hot today and all I want to do is go home and take a cool shower. I find my jug of water and sit, with my legs hanging over the side, to watch what is going on. I can’t tell if he has already hired her or if he is just showing her around. Either way, she is going to get eaten alive out here. I smile to myself as my eyes move to her long, half bare, skirt-clad legs. They seem to last forever. I wouldn’t mind having them wrapped around me tonight. I can’t really see her face but I have to admit she has one hell of a body. My dick gets hard just thinking about wrapping that long dark hair around my hand and pulling her head back so I can taste her neck.
                  “Yo, Fent. You going out tonight?”
                  I turn my head to see who is talking to me. This new jack keeps trying to kiss my ass and I keep telling him that he doesn’t want to hang out with me but he is persistent. Maybe I should invite him out tonight and let him see who I really am. He won’t want to talk to me tomorrow.
                  “Why? You wanna come along?” I ask as I keep my eyes trained on the brunette.
                  “Hell yeah!”
                  I laugh to myself. I feel the sweat running down my forehead again but this time I don’t take the time to wipe it away. I welcome the burn that it brings to my eyes. I need to feel something, anything other than the hatred that always consumes me.
                  “I think you are going to be surprised at what you find. But I will be at the Fifty-Eight.”
                  He starts talking again but I quit listening as I watch her. It is going to be bloody torture working with her every day.
                  “…she is pretty sweet isn’t she?”
                  “Who?”
                  “The boss’s new girl. I hear he has the hots for her himself.”
                  I laugh to myself. It wouldn’t surprise me if the old man didn’t try to make her his trophy wife.
                  “Well good luck to both of them. As long as I have a job to be at every day, I really don’t care what they do in the bedroom.” That is a lie. Even if I can’t have her, I will make sure Frank sure as hell doesn’t have her.
                  “See you later, Fent.” I don’t acknowledge him as he walks away.
    I get up to continue working but can’t seem to keep the thoughts of a brunette goddess out of my head. She would look pretty fucking hot on her knees in front of me; or, sprawled out on my pool table, naked. I close my eyes and see her walking toward me wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. My hands make their way to her hair then down the length of her until she is fully in my arms and I have her legs wrapped around me. Her body is flush with mine as I back her up against the wall and pin her hands above her head. The soft skin of her neck is calling to me. It wants to be ravished, and who am I to refuse such beautiful pleas.
                  “Fent! Boy, you better get your head in the game or you are done!” Frank hollers from his truck.
                  “Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere