WIP 'The Quakes'

III: The Quakes

Part 1: Pre-quakes.

"Fuck doing inventory this early" said The Wench. She was at that time appa=
rently a high-school dropout in her 20s who worked under the table a lot. C=
urrently she was working for a guy who looked like Al fucking Bundy. It WAS=
 Ed O'Neill although he had another name. Later he revealed as Ed O'Neill.

"Maybe something better will come up." said Ed.

"You're a sleazebag. Still, you pay well and let me drunk on the job."

"I have no shame. I'd never push you into anything, or threaten your job. S=
till, it gives you an excuse to show me up to my staff as a bad example and=
 that makes me laugh."

"How's your yoga coming along."

"I will not, no matter how many times you beg or grovel; stick my head up m=
y ass." said Ed.

Meanwhile, far away in Northridge. A team of lawyers led by Ann Margret wer=
e getting their hair done before a dayjaunt to Las Vegas. They were gunna i=
nvestigate a couple of client's contacts that had reports of improper workp=
lace behaviors. If The Wench had known about their work, she'd have been ow=
ning Ed's pizza parlor. However, as Kitten Natividad she had plenty of loot=
.