Bird and the Blonde
—————— Women interested in learning more about submission please see my ad here: —————— Bird and the Blonde Bird was hungry and his feet hurt. His feet always hurt on Saturdays and Sundays, when he worked the register at the local big-box store. He hated the job, hated that he never had time to just hang out all weekend like his friends at college, hated that he needed even the pitiful income that he made there just to stay in school. But he especially hated standing all day on his size-thirteen feet (which, along with his pathetically skinny legs and somewhat beaky nose, had earned him his nickname). At least it was almost time for lunch. Bird was starving, although not particularly looking forward to eating his same old bag lunch in the employee room. …