RiskyVenture

  TRADING STUPID SEX THINGS It was right before Thanksgiving, and I thought I heard someone crying. It took me a second, but I  eventually realized it was coming from out back. Like, in my own backyard. Of course, part of me  wanting nothing to do with it, but the better part of me won out, and I headed towards the sound  to see if someone I loved was in need of anything I could offer.  Out in the yard, I found my Mom in tears. Now… That’s bad and all, don’t get me wrong; but the  context! The visual of that situation had me just, super fucking confused! Because my mom was  crying, topless, and dressed as a satyr, or a nymph, or a goat, or something like it. She was  wearing knee high boots, but instead of having fur tops, the whole boot was fur, and the bottom  of the boot was done in a way that made it look like she had hooves. She was wearing an  INSANELY tight and small pair of booty shorts that basically covered her um, “vertical li...

  A THANKSGIVING NOTE I was going to have two Thanksgivings this year, but I cared a lot less about the first one than the  second. I was in charge of my company’s local office. Not in charge enough to get them  Thanksgiving off, but at least I was in charge enough to spring for some food and throw them a  little party before having to make them work the night through.  I know, I know. It wasn’t my call though. Besides, they got me back pretty fucking good.  Everything started off normal enough. The office was all male lately. All three of the women who  normally worked for me were on maternity leave, and my best people had been promoted out  too; so what I was left with was a bunch of entree level peons. There was nothing “terribly” wrong  with them… but generally speaking none of them were bright enough, ambitious enough, or  likable enough that I was going to have to worry about them getting promoted out. That always  happens in ...