Recently while travelling in eastern europe and for one reason or another I remembered a host of escapdes I had with women in a past job. The sheer amount of fucking and how and where we did it is worthy of typing down and sharing – at least I think so.
Several years back I lived out in Alberta, Canada in one of the cities. At this point in my career as a Tradesman I wanted to move into Hotel Maintenance. Why? Because of the steady pay-cheque and the not having to hunt people down to get paid and to also expand my trade skills into different area’s. My reason was simple “One day I’ll build my own house”.
Two days into my maintenance job there was a massive backlog of work. The long time maintenance man was 60 years old and preferred to do crosswords and drink vodka with then then General Manager. While ultiamtely this would come back to bite the GM, the maintenance man I’ll refer to as “Bradly” would go on to become a dear friend and would show me the decades of skills he had.