They don’t tell you this when you apply for the job, but working at a fertility clinic makes you seriously baby crazy.
I mean, there should be an ovary warning or something.
Every day I sit here watching happily married couples come in and get the one thing in the world they want most.
A baby.
And I just sit her, my biological clock ticking, watching.
Although, if I was going to get a ‘donation’, I know exactly who I’d want it from.
Alexander Preston is sexy, rich, wears an impeccably tailored suit, but still can’t hide the amazing tattoos and bad boy attitude that’s dying to peek out from beneath his collar.
And then I walk in on him!
That's right. While he's in the proess of makign a 'donation'.
Can I just say, I'm glad they make those plastic cups so big, because he freaking filled his to the brim.
Now I don't just want a baby. I want his baby.
I want him to make me pregnant.
Oh, and while he's at it, I wouldn't say no to a proposal and an engagement ring! Views: 19
A bank internship in Japan's booming 1981 economy is supposed to be twenty-three-year-old Dorothy Falwell's ticket into a prestigious international MBA program. But the internship is unpaid—so, to make ends meet, she accepts an evening job as a hostess in a rundown suburban bar, a far cry from the sensuous woodblock prints she's seen of old Tokyo's "floating world." Renamed Gina by her boss, Dorothy struggles with nightly indignities from customers and confusing advice from new friends. Then her internship crumbles and the suave but mysterious Mr. Tambuki offers help. How can she resist? With patience and the utmost respect for her opinions, Mr. Tambuki lures her into his exotic world of unorthodox Zen instruction, erotic art, and high-octane sex. Soon, bizarre sexual escapades with monks, salarymen, and gangsters begin to feel normal until one of her clients goes too far, and Dorothy realizes she's in over her head. But can she find her way back from this point of no return? Views: 19
