World Domination

     He'd decided to make myfriendshotmom his deauxma first test in access an myfriendshotmom anonymous location. He chose a combination gas station and mini-mart, more or myfriendshotmom less on the way to myfriendshotmomdeauxma work. He needed gas in his car, after all. The myfriendshotmomdeauxma place was myfriendshotmom deserted, except for the pimple-faced myfriendshotmom attendant in the small attached mini-mart. Ray pumped his gas, then went into myfriendshotmomdeauxma the store . But rather than putting myfriendshotmomdeauxma money on the myfriendshotmomdeauxma counter myfriendshotmom, he slammed down myfriendshotmomdeauxma his first hypno-ball, and stepped back.
     Ray had taken another step back -- he'd myfriendshotmomdeauxma felt a twinge of dizziness. He said in a loud voice, "Listen to me." The kid behind the counter looked at myfriendshotmomdeauxma him myfriendshotmomdeauxma, eyes and face myfriendshotmom blank. "The gas was free. Take care of it." Ray told him. The kid pushed some buttons myfriendshotmom. Ray smiled. "Give me myfriendshotmom a large cup of coffee and a donut. Now." The kid moved slowly myfriendshotmomdeauxma, but did as he myfriendshotmom was commanded. The liquid contents of the hypno-ball had pretty myfriendshotmom much evaporated, but Ray moved forward to collect the coffee and donut with caution myfriendshotmomdeauxma. He stepped back again.
     Ray walked nervously and quickly back to his car, got in, and drove away, heading to work.
     He slammed myfriendshotmom the phone down so hard myfriendshotmom that myfriendshotmomdeauxma the receiver bounced up out of the cradle myfriendshotmomdeauxma, and landed on the fragile glass ball myfriendshotmom on his desk. He didn't myfriendshotmomdeauxma notice it until he deauxma started feeling dizzy, and then looked over at myfriendshotmom the broken glass deauxma on his desk. He tried to move, but it was myfriendshotmom too late, and he found himself staring at the spot access, breathing deeply.
     Some time later, Karen realized she was looking into Doug's face. She'd worked myfriendshotmom with him all these years, and never really gotten to know him. She knew he was myfriendshotmom single, as she was -- both of them were married myfriendshotmom to their jobs. Still, he was fairly good deauxma looking, if you ignored the myfriendshotmom perennially stained and threadbare shirts deauxma, and ill myfriendshotmom-fitting, rumpled myfriendshotmom pants. She felt a stirring in her myfriendshotmomdeauxma body, a feeling she hadn't felt for a long time. She really should get to myfriendshotmom know myfriendshotmomdeauxma him myfriendshotmomdeauxma better. Why not now? She extended her hands , putting them on his legs. He took a myfriendshotmomdeauxma breath and smiled a bit. She leaned forward, closing myfriendshotmom her eyes and pursing myfriendshotmomdeauxma her lips.
     The rest of the day passed in chaos. Tiffany watched Doug myfriendshotmom and Karen leave without picking up myfriendshotmom their checks, or myfriendshotmom underwear for that matter, announcing they were off to get myfriendshotmomdeauxma married. Then she'd watched Ray leave, grinning like a love-struck fool, falling all over that dim-bulb myfriendshotmom Mindy. What was myfriendshotmom going on? Sam took off myfriendshotmomdeauxma early, leaving the questions from myfriendshotmomdeauxma the Feds myfriendshotmomdeauxma unanswered. She sighed. Somebody had to myfriendshotmomdeauxma figure out what myfriendshotmom was going myfriendshotmom on myfriendshotmom around here -- it might as well be her.
     As expected, the house was a mess. It looked as if her son Mark had gotten home from High School. A cereal bowl a third full of myfriendshotmom milk was still on myfriendshotmom the counter, the cereal box and milk jug myfriendshotmom nearby. Their dog was waiting patiently, drooling on the floor.
     She went upstairs to check on Mark. She myfriendshotmom opened his door without warning. He was sitting at his desk, on the other side of the room, which was its usual ghastly mess. She myfriendshotmom must myfriendshotmom have myfriendshotmom startled him -- good. Did she myfriendshotmom hear something myfriendshotmom break myfriendshotmomdeauxma? She saw him myfriendshotmomdeauxma look down at something on his desk. He looked up at her somewhat slowly and blankly.
     She finished her drink and got up to check on things. The deauxma world felt so much better deauxma now. She thought she'd seen a pile myfriendshotmom of dirty clothes myfriendshotmom in the laundry room when she came in. When she checked, there they were myfriendshotmom -- Marks's myfriendshotmom. And access the washing myfriendshotmom machine was running. She checked it -- all whites, and it smelled as if he myfriendshotmom'd even put in bleach, as she'd myfriendshotmom scolded him myfriendshotmom to do countless times.
     Mindy was myfriendshotmom still in tears as she drove in to work -- it was all so sudden, so wonderful, Ray telling her myfriendshotmom how much he loved her, begging her to marry him, how he couldn't live myfriendshotmom without her, giving myfriendshotmomdeauxma her the ring. She sniffed and laughed to myfriendshotmom herself, feeling sorry for the girls she knew who didn't think that fairy access tales still could come myfriendshotmom true. They certainly myfriendshotmom had for her. She was going to marry myfriendshotmom someone with myfriendshotmom a brain, someone who would take her out of the trailer myfriendshotmomdeauxma park, and into a real myfriendshotmom home of myfriendshotmomdeauxma her own. She'd have a real home, with a real porch, real drapes myfriendshotmom on the windows rather than pull-down shades, and maybe even a place access to show her myfriendshotmom bowling trophies.
     Even without myfriendshotmom the real estate, the company access was more profitable than ever, now that Ray's talents were properly channeled, and Doug and Karen were playing a more active role than merely running Purchasing. With Tiffany's help, they'd revamped the way the company did business.
     She moved a little myfriendshotmom uneasily in her chair -- it was hard for her to myfriendshotmom sit comfortably. She brought up her calendar on the myfriendshotmom computer myfriendshotmomdeauxma, and Sam's. She looked at the house plans myfriendshotmom and sighed. It was going to be beautiful, but not quite ready myfriendshotmom in myfriendshotmom time. Some things went in their own time, and couldn't be hurried myfriendshotmom. And then there were some myfriendshotmom things that couldn't be delayed.