The last thing he'd done before leaving the office was send an email to his supervisor advising that he'd quit. Guy figured he'd spare himself embarrassment of having to go back to work on Monday to deal with the fall out of his self pleasurization. When he was 13 his mother had given him a book about sexual development. The section on masturbation was called, flying solo. By the time she'd given him the book he'd already taken several flights on his own but there were some boob pics that he would use when there wasn't enough material in the spank bank.
A gust of wind kicked up as Guy was halfway across the Hawthorne Bridge and he almost ate it on the side rail before catching his balance. He was riding with a medium sized cardboard box under his arm. It contained his personals from the office and some pilfered supplies. He felt like a total loser. It was at this moment that Guy realized that he may have wasted some of his younger days and that if something didn't change he'd end up being the oldest guy at the party hitting on the one the never ending stream of cute young arty girls. You don't have to grow up in this town. It's kind of why he came here. Portland is America's sofa.
There was only one option: immediate inebriation.
A gust of wind kicked up as Guy was halfway across the Hawthorne Bridge and he almost ate it on the side rail before catching his balance. He was riding with a medium sized cardboard box under his arm. It contained his personals from the office and some pilfered supplies. He felt like a total loser. It was at this moment that Guy realized that he may have wasted some of his younger days and that if something didn't change he'd end up being the oldest guy at the party hitting on the one the never ending stream of cute young arty girls. You don't have to grow up in this town. It's kind of why he came here. Portland is America's sofa.
There was only one option: immediate inebriation.