Clinic




I have the joy of knowing that all the employees of my clinic until now living
of aesthetics, within their own offices. Formed their families, always
proceeds, in addition to having a great quality of life and income. I taught
in person, from basic to advanced, sending them later for graduation, only at
the time to the area of aesthetics. It was worth my investment, but there's
always a "tapir" in the middle of the Pack, isn't it?

In the editorial of this magazine talked about the celebrations of
international women's Month, paying my respects. But, let's face it, there are
some creatures, which gives even ashamed to see the behavior. I hate woman who
comes to interview or settle the score, bringing the "male" in tow. Don't call
her husband and no boyfriend, because who needs to hide behind someone, you
don't deserve different treatment.

The Frances, when came to an opportunity of placing was alone. Said he had "a
face" (yuck), but that's not enough to be husband or partner. I've had two
kids and didn't intend to have more.

I decided to do an experiment with her. We were with the full clinic, on
account of the summer and reinforcements were needed. She had already worked
in a hair salon, but the routine is totally different. It was necessary to
choosing her. Spoke too loud, clumsy and!!!!! Well, with a month, she deployed
the discord at the clinic. Already reached the client and asked where she
lived, what was she doing, let me pink bubble gum. Was a "draga". In the
morning the Baker brought bread and milk for the whole team to feed, prior to
the commencement of work. I've always been a little mom too and I know I
screwed up on this one. But, Chiquinha, Bro, she ate five rolls in the
morning. 4th place my! Increased the request of Baker, when I went looking for
a bagel and the bag was empty. All the time on the phone with cream on your
hands, no one deserves.

Well, I called her, being supersincera. "Frances, I, daughter. Its adaptation
didn't happen and I think it's best you try in a lounge because its profile
combines the own routine of these establishments. Tomorrow come to 14 hours to
receive your payment. She replied no, I thanked, she left.

The next day, half day, rings the doorbell. We had finished the morning shift
and we weren't expecting anyone before 13 hours. The girls were having lunch
and I went to answer the door.

Open the glass door and I came upon a citizen of 1, 90 m, with a Fanny Pack
under my arm, sunglasses from Paraguay, smell a cangibrina, which left me
drunk per table. Behind him, was well grudadinha and Pigtails head down. What
a bunch! He said: "we came here aunt There, because that's the law here the
Chica". I was purple, aunt is the motherfucker (just thought).

I told him that when she came looking for a job, did it alone. I haven't had
that welcome you to treat another person subject. The crazy pushed the door
and put the in beautiful couch cream ice cream of my dear clients, with the
stench of hell. Him: "get in there, Chica, the doctor here, you know you have
to pay, because otherwise it's yours". That voice of beetle. My reception all
scented with essential oils was raped with a cigarette that "brother" lit, you
know those well smelly, so. The ashes he was playing on the ground. That
asshole with his head down, bending the fingers.

I asked her, what's the point of coming accompanied, since our outcome was
peaceful. Did not respond. Suddenly, the man stood up and said he was very
what what what, you wanted the money. Remember: she worked a month!

Put me on my feet too, I took off my coat, I approached the asshole, I
measured my possibilities, and sent a knee in his bag. HAHAHA! As he hoped, I
picked up the collars of Pigtails and put it out the door. I hate woman
coward.

Played towards her Fanny Pack and the glasses of compadre. I thought, I'm
going to take a beating this guy. I took advantage of his pain and I was half
that pushing the fret to the door. However, he was recovering. My move was,
more or less successful, due to his height. Hand massage, you've seen them
right? I had no doubts, I grabbed his balls and crushed them.

I was taking him out, literally by the bag. I felt his cock sliding into my
hands, despite the fabric of his pants, which stood between us. The bad guy
was breathing. I: "Quiet, quiet, we're leaving, chiu, descends the ladder, or
more grip." The Chiquinha was already across the street.

He told me: "I'm going to call the police." I said: "Call the cops will have
fun seeing a short make a Caveman, as you, crying like a child. And squeezed
more. Oh, You Poor Thing! " When he was outside and the gate locked, began
talking and cussing a lot.

I went back, I opened the door, and astonishingly, he ran away.