The Time When The Fire Died

September 13th, 2012 by Tommy Gunn (Los Angeles)

It was a cold winter night and she was really itching to get back to my apartment. I was very excited to say the least. She was a 10 out of 10, no doubt. When we got back she asked for some wine. I was thinking to myself that the whole thing was going perfectly. We lit a fire in my living room fireplace. The mood was perfect. And then the doorbell rang. It was my boss. I answered the door, stunned. My boss saw what was going on and, to my horror, I found out that the girl I was courting was my boss’s daughter. Yeah….needless to say it was a slight mood killer.

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