In a hurry

“Oh, baby,” Rita says. “You look so beautiful. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK. I get it,” you assure her. You have a good view of FUTA behind the scenes, how fast it all moves and what it takes to keep it going.

But Annette and the people in charge… they probably don’t see this part of it: one of their most important people standing in her bedroom in her underwear looking exhausted, about to go do another long, thankless shift.

“Maybe I should find a new job,” she says, staring at you sadly.

She could easily find another job, but she won’t find a better-paying one. Neither will you. And now that you have the extra help from this medicine thing… your debt won’t be such a problem. You two could actually enjoy some of this money. If you get a little break from work, you could even take a trip. That sounds amazing.

You’re standing in the bedroom, staring at each other. You smile pathetically, and Rita laughs.

“I love you so much,” she says.

“Love you too,” you reply. “Do you have time to eat?”

She shakes her head. “Not really. I’m so sorry.” She keeps saying that.

“It’s OK.”

So she only has a minute, then she has to get back in the car and head to work again. You can’t just let her go.

Give her a handjob?

Or a blowjob?