Call centre romance novel, part one
(Writting by throwing a piece of crumpled up paper back and forth over our cubicle wall.)
Heather: Bethany sighed as she surveyed the new slum she’d just purchased.
Fish Sticks: The recent, and mysterious death of her husband Geraldo had propelled her into a downward spiral of depression and anxiety, which brought about the rash and spontaneous act (run-on sentence?).
Heather: Still, at least this was a source of income – not like that nasty crack habit.
Fish Sticks: When her many addictions had begun to consume her and the fortune she was left with started running low, she realized she needed to make a drastic change in her life.
Heather: Hence, the slum. It wasn’t much to look at, but she couldn’t say the same for the Super.
Fish Sticks: When Bethany had first gazed upon his oily, hairy, rippling chest she longed to free his bulging love stick from it’s denim prison.
Heather: Little did Bethany know that Geraldo’s love stick suffered from agoraphobia, due to a recent heartbreak.
Fish Sticks: This, she would not discover for some time; the guilt she felt from thinking about another man besides her late husband prevented her from taking action, but did not stop her from fantasizing as she stroked her ample bosom.
Heather: The guilt intensified when she thought about how she simply refused to breastfeed her daughter, Lilliana, but that was a story for another day.
Fish Sticks: Geraldo was more than Bethany had bargained for though; she knew nothing of his recent heartbreak and it’s connection to her late husband’s death.
Heather: No, all she knew when she gazed at his supple curves and cruel angles was that she wanted to explore all that his latin physique had to offer.
Fish Sticks: When she was moving in, she saw the opportunity to break the ice with Geraldo as he was wandering about the property.
Heather: “Hey. Nice hedge trimmers,” she said. It had been awhile since she’d talked to a hot man, and it showed.
Fish Sticks: He seemed surprised when she spoke, and as he stood with beads of sweat dripping down his exposed chest, Bethany realized he did not know who she was.
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