A Not-So-Simple Life: Part 2
Turns out I was wrong…again. Work was no longer a sanctuary for me, and I knew that the instant I arrived and walked into the locker room to find Missy K tapping her foot in furious anticipation. “Tucker James Kingly,” her nostrils were flaring. Now, I knew that Missy K was mad whenever she used my full name, although there was one problem with her opening declaration. “James? My middle name isn’t James its Nolan.” “That doesn’t matter! Did you take a customer home Sunday night?!” My eyes widened immediately when I realized just how much shit I was now in, “Well, uh, I may-” “It’s a yes or no question Tucker.” “Yes,” I mumbled. “And was she intoxicated?” “S-She was.” “And did you have sexual intercourse with them?” “Y-Yeah.” The livid expression on her …