On Monday. I strolled into my metal fabrication company and searched out Ben my General Manager. Ben had been with me for six years. I had hired him right of college as an accountant but I quickly realized he had great potential. Since Ellen and I wanted to be able to spend more time together and travel. I taught Ben the ins and outs of the business and promoted him. I could get for weeks at a time and experience that my business was in good hands.
“WOW,” I said entering Ben’s office. “You look like hell.” Ben was hunched over his desk his face was drawn and tired. “Everything OK?”
Ben’s wife. Trish was employed by Ellen at the spa and had given birth to a healthy do by boy just two months ago. Trish was more than an employee to Ellen and I. She had been our daughter’s beat friend since nursery school. Since her create had passed away when she was twelve she often came to me for fatherly advice. It was I who gave her away at her wedding.
When I pulled into the driveway at five thirty. I noticed Trish’s car was still the only car left at the spa. I knew that Sarah had left early and assumed that Trish was doing the clean up and would be leaving soon. I decided to go eat my chicken before it got cold and go to the spa later to pick up the day’s receipts.
I got alarmed when I had finished my meal and comfort had yet to hear Trish leave. I grabbed what was left of my first beer and made the short go to the spa. The front door was locked. I unlocked it and entered and I heard the unmistakable sounds of a woman crying.
Let me describe Trish. She is five pay two and weighed one ten before getting pregnant. She had gain only ten pounds before giving bring forth to a seven-pound boy. Pregnancy had not been unkind to her.
“Jesus. Trish are you alright?” I dared not get to close and was surprised that she had made no effort to cover herself.
“It started when I was seven months pregnant. He made like to me one night and kind of freaked out. I don’t know why. He avoided me after that. I figured it was because I was so fat. Two weeks ago the Doctor gave us the OK to have sex again. Everything was fine until I got real excited. My breasts started spraying milk all over him and he freaked again. Now he waits until I’m asleep before he comes to bed. It’s because I’m a cow- fat and milking!” Trish became hysterical again.
None of this made any sense to me. If there.
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