An Immoral Jerk, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-08-19. Times viewed: 3838.
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- Intro: This is a story about a jerk who eventually lands right way up.
Unemployed Andy Dutton (25) greeted his sister arriving home from work and she grunted hi replying to his warm welcome. Andy watched her ass swinging as she walked up the stairs and sex filled his mind.
He went after her and was within striking distance as she turned into her bedroom and spun around and stopped.
He didn’t know what to say and cupped his genitalia.
“God Andy,” she spat. “Try mum.”
The door slammed in his face.
He knocked and she called come in.
Anne (23) was undressing and he sat on the stool at the dressing table and watched her swap her black short dress for jeans and a top. She was in blue lace underwear and the bra made her tits look desirable.
“Do you watch mum undress?”
“How many times have you had sex with her?”
Andy didn’t bother to count and said about a dozen times.
“God you don’t even know. You are such an immoral jerk Andy. I’ve told you this before: if you try to have sex with me I’ll kill you.”
“But you are my sister,” he whined.
“Christ Andy, get a job and come home too tired to fuck. That way you’ll learn how most people live and they only fuck at weekends and then not every weekend.”
Andy didn’t believe her and asked what else was there to do and Anne sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Get off, I want to use my chair.”
“Can you lend me ten quid?”
“No because you are already into me for ninety-two quid. Your welfare payment is due tomorrow.”
Andy could see the conversation was progressing toward a lecture and then being told to get a job. It was time to go.
“Can you get me a job where you work?”
His sister sighed and asked what as?
“I suppose you’d say I was stupid if I said get me placed as a manager.”
She rolled her eyes and said calmly, “Close the door on the way out Andy. I don’t want you creeping up on me.”
Andy went for a walk and saw Sue Brentwood walking home and ran to catch up.
“Oh wanting sex are we Andy?”
He looked at her hungrily and she smiled.
“I want ten quid for a blow job, twenty quid for a blow job plus a fingering or fifty quid for a full fuck, front door only.”
He sighed and said, “You are a great actress Sue. I love it.”
“Thanks Andy. You are the only jerk I know that I look favourably on. You were the only decent leading man I had all through high school.”
“Um Sue, since you are pleasant to me, could you try hard to get me a job where you work?
“What position do you seek Andy, CEO?”
“Eventually yes but I should enter from the bottom, um away from the bottom and work up.”
“Are you thinking about having anal sex with me Andy?”
“I wish. No Sue I’m saying I’d like you to get me a job above cleaner or messenger.”
“Okay I’ll ask around.”
Sue said, adopting a fairly good American accent, “Say buddy, I’m very keen to have you seduce me in a gentlemanly manner.”
Andy replied in a fairly good Northern accent, “Fuck off you git, your depraved mother will be waiting to take you to bed.”
Giggling, Sue walked up the path to her family home and called over her shoulder, “Same time and same place tomorrow then?”
“Right. Oh great ass.”
She gave him ‘the fingers’ and entered the house through the open front door.
Andy dawdled home wondering would Sue would make enquiries. Perhaps she might, she was rather decent actually.
His mum was home from work and she and Anne were in the kitchen drinking wine.
“Good evening son.”
“Hi mom, you look tired.”
“Thanks Andy, come and join us.”
“No I’ll go to my room and look for more job-search agencies that allow people seeking work to register free.”
Andy went to his room, locked the door, and jerked off.
Later a loud knocking awoke him.
“Coming,” he called.
It was Anne.
“Why have you locked your door?” she asked, entering the room and looked around but saw nothing had changed. She sniffed and said, “Have you been masturbating?”
“No only you do that,” he jeered and grabbed a tit and squeezed.
“Omigod,” Anne said, stepping back and breathing heavily and looking at him rather wide-eyed.
He knew he was within an ace of her rushing him and falling on top of him on the bed but from below their mum yelled, “Come on you two, your dad’s waiting to say grace.”
Walking behind Anne, Andy grabbed a handful of ass.
“Omigod Andy,” she wheezed. “Please don’t.”
He’d lied to her that he’d fucked their mum. He was thinking if Anne carried on favourably like this she’d be banged comprehensively and would love him for that.
Next day Andy was busy checking out porn sites on his computer when the house phone went. It was Sue.
She said “Andy?” and he said, “Hi gorgeous.”
That was ignored. She said the Human Resources director Mrs Chatfield would see him at 1:00.
“Gee Sue, great.”
“Be smartly dressed, comb your hair, wear clean shoes and clean your fingernails.”
“Okay oh and Sue, if I succeed in being taken on by your company will your allow me to bone you?”
“And you think that would thrill me as a reward for helping you out?”
Andy said sulkily, “Sorry I made you cross by suggesting that.”
He was encouraged because she’d paused and he could almost hear her thinking.
“Okay Andy, I offer you my pussy as an incentive for you to win a job in our company. God I never talk to a guy like this until they really get to know me intimately.”
“Yeah well how intimately do you know me? We began walking to school together when we were at primary school aged seven and were considered sensible enough to go to school and return home without adult supervision.”
“God yes, that’s right, not that I’ve forgotten that. I’ve known you all of that time my family shifted here with me apart from the first two days here and then your mum invited my mum and me over for afternoon tea. I remember that day because you looked at me and said did I want to see your toy box. I was too shy to respond so you took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen.”
“Jesus, you member that?”
“Not really but your mother has told me a couple of times how you broke the ice with me.”
Andy said manfully, “Apart from birthday parties, my best memory of you was when I thought you were beginning to grow tits.”
“Yes Andy and why am I not surprised that remains a vivid memory for you. That would have been when I was nearly twelve.”
“They grew slowly, didn’t they?”
Sue sighed and said bye Andy and cut the call.
At Brompton & Vickers PLC, importers and distributors of confectionery, Mrs Chatfield sat in her modernised office on the ground floor of the old brick building appraising Andy.
“How tall are you?”
“Six feet and probably a half inch.”
“Do you smoke?”
“Not since I was fifteen or sixteen.”
“Do you use bad language?”
“Christ no. Mum would kick my arse.”
Mrs Chatfield smiled weakly.
“Thank you for the CV. It is well presented.”
“I’m currently unemployed and so have time to design a CV in the hope to impress you.”
Mrs Chatfield read the CV and said, “Sue Brentwood our communications manager has recommended you for employment here. Are you and Sue um only friends?”
“Do you mean are we having sex?”
“I’m not permitted to ask a personal question that directly.”
Andy said he’d known Sue since they were five years old and they live about fifty yards apart.
Andy told a porky, “I’m not sure it’s the accepted thing for a guy to bang a female he’s known since she was five years old.”
“Quite,” said Mrs Chatfield who shuffled papers to settled, knowing she’d just only managed to avoid bursting into unbecoming laughter for a professional interviewer.
“Come,” she said, standing up. “I’ll take you to see Mr Vickers.”
“What does he do?”
Mrs Chatfield said Mr Vickers was the grandson of one of the two deceased founders of the firm.
“Am I to take over his job as managing-director?”
Vivian Chatfield smiled and said, “I’m rather warming to you Andy. You have rather a sly way about you that’s not without humour.”
“Thanks. You have retained good body shape.”
“Andy, please,” she said looking at him sternly.
“You complimented me. I was only making a return compliment.”
“Oh I see. Well just go easy on your personal comments to people around here huh?”
“Thanks for telling me off so nicely Mrs Chatfield.”
She smiled and they took the lift to the fourth level and Mrs Chatfield said to the woman at a desk outside of a closed heavy oak door, “Eric is expecting us Janet.”
“Fine please enter.”
“Welcome Andy, I’m Eric Chatfield. His CV please Vivian.”
The guy had taken a close look at Andy and he wondered why because Mrs Chatfield, er Vivian, had done the same thing.
Eric appeared to a quick reader and said “Hmmm” four times and then pressed a button and Janet hurried in.
“Scan this CV into our system Janet…”
Vivian said smoothly, “I had that done and emailed to Janet to put into your confidential file Eric. Perhaps we could have coffee?”
“Yes Janet,” said Eric. “Three coffees please or would you like tea Andy?”
“Black coffee, no sugar, thanks Janet,” Andy said, addressing her directly and glancing at her tits he looked up to see her mouth hardening.
Eric began asking Andy elementary questions as if he were attempting to assess the personality of the job applicant.
One question surprised him.
“Are you to be trusted with attractive women Andy, I mean especially when out with them alone and possibly in fairly remote places?”
“It depends sir. If the woman made a pass at me I might respond, depending on circumstances. Otherwise she would be left worrying why I wasn’t making a pass at her.”
“If that answer is unsatisfactory press me.”
“Okay then here it is: would you ever conceivably assault a woman who was entrusted to your care.”
“Hell no, that’s no way to treat anyone and I can say if someone says they trust me then I’d go out of my way not to break that trust.”
“If I love my wife how would you describe how I feel?”
“Christ I’ve never had a job interview like this. Well I should think if it’s genuine regard you have for Mrs Vickers and she remains attractive to you, then that’s near the top of the scale in emotional feeling any person can have for another person, especially of the opposite sex. I know that sounds corny but that’s the way I understand it.”
“No that’s fine, well answered in fact.”
Janet came in with a one-page print-out and handed it to Vivian and on the way out she winked at Andy and gave him a rather neat smile.
Vivian read the message and said, “Everything appears fine Eric. Our HR checks indicate Andy has no police record including a clean driver’s record and his licence is endorsed that he’d completed an advanced driver’s course, as noted in his CV and it’s also confirmed he’s an active highly graded member of the West End Kick Boxing Academy and confirmed he lost his job five months ago when the computer company where he’d worked as a trained hardware technician went into liquidation. He’d been with that company since leaving high school, as he stated in his CV.”
“Thanks Vivian. Have you questioned Lance about having a new guy placed above him?”
“Yes, Lance says he needs more training and if the new guy is good we’ll have far less need to bring in IT technicians.”
“Good, good. Well Lance, here’s the deal. I’m offering you a twin role with the company. The first role is to become IT manager with two people under you, Lance a partly trained tech guy who is going to night school three times a week and a computer savvy young woman called Christine, who’s employed as a general assistant otherwise known as a skivvy.”
“The second role is to act as a driver/minder for my wife Christine whenever she wishes to leave the house. Naturally this job-requirement would be disruptive to your main role and so you must consider your ability to cope with that before accepting this position if it appeals to you.”
And said, “So you’d have no idea how many hours a day during the five week days Mrs Vickers would require me?”
“Not really. She doesn’t really know herself. Christine was hit on by a guy in a supermarket car park recently and just two days ago when stopped at a pedestrian crossing a guy attempted to open the passenger door to get into the car but fortunately she had the door locked. She’s my second wife; the first divorced me, and comes from near Plymouth where I have a summer house.”
“Mrs Vickers is attractive, recently turned blonde, and is as you can imagine used to a rather tranquil life in a community almost devoid of violence and even minor crime is pretty rare. At present she is too timid to go out alone and I was about to advertise for a driver/minder and had spoken to Vivian about that when she said she was considering employing you to help out with our computers and perhaps we could recruit you in the dual role of driver/minder plus help out our struggling IT duo.”
Andy accepted the position on a salary of £40,000 plus a new Mazda-5 SUV with unrestricted private use that would include ferrying Mrs Vickers around wherever she wished to go. Eric would drive her about at weekends and public holidays.
After being signed on, Andy was taken by request to Sue’s office. He walked in a beamed and said, “Do I close the door and we fuck?”
“Omigod, you have secured work here… what as?”
“Omigod,” Sue said, rushing around her desk to hug and kiss him.
“Thanks,” he said, as she pulled away and he added, “I’m so grateful for you getting me this opportunity that I don’t wish to proceed with our agreement to fuck.”
“No Andy, be a jerk and have sex with me but not here. I’d often wondered what you’d be like getting into me.”
Andy went home and went out for a long run to celebrate his loss of complete freedom but that would be offset by his loss of despair in not being in work and about to support himself financially.
Anne was hold and she saw him. He was sweaty but knew he’d look masculine and he was right. She hesitated and then asked softly, “Would you like to have sex?”
“No I’m too tired. But thanks.”
She tossed her head and marched off, leaving Andy wondering was that the first time she’d ever been turned down on an offer of sex.
He showered and put on shorts and cleaned his teeth and feeling a lot better went to Anne’s room and knocked and she called enter.
Andy found her on the bed nude, with her legs open.
“I couldn’t believe you would turn me down,” she smiled. “That’s why I got ready to accommodate you. Don’t wet kiss me are put your tongue in my mouth, otherwise anything else is okay.”
Well yes, everything had been really okay, Andy mused, after filling the ends of two condoms. She’d turned out to be a vigorous fuck, a real cut above average, and he’d found once he’d become worked up there was no difference fucking his sister than any other female he’d ploughed. But he wondered if that simple act, or rather series of acts, would have changed their relationship for ever. For a start when he was leaving she’d kissed him and said he’d been marvellous. Had she ever been that complimentary to him? Well she had been all over him when he won the school’s senior 1500 metre championship in his final year. But would she become ashamed that she’d allowed her brother to fuck her and then after a rest to fuck her again?
At dinner Andy didn’t tell the family he’d won a job. He waited till next evening when his mom said at the table, “Oh Andy there’s a letter from some company for you.”
He went to the kitchen bench by the phone and found the letter from Brompton & Vickers PLC and gave it to his mom and pretending to be glum gave it to his mum to open and read, saying he couldn’t bear to be hit be another rejection.
His dad and sister showed no interest until Kathy said, “It’s from Brompton & Vickers, one of the oldest surviving firms in this city and very successful I believe. You were lifting your sights to try to get work with them.”
“Sue works there and she got me an interview.”
“Oh dear Sue, it’s a pity she’s not for the likes of you.”
Anne said, “I bet he’s tried to bang her mom; there are often out there talking.”
“Don’t be foul darling and eat your potatoes. You are getting a little too thin for my…”
“What?” Arthur asked.
“B&V have decided to appoint our son Information and Technology manager whatever that means and… oh Christ!”
“What?” chorused her husband and daughter.”
“At a salary of £40,000 plus a company car. That’s more money than what you earn Arthur,” she said, making Arthur scowl and mutter.
“Mom are you sure that letter is addressed to our Andy, there could be a mistake.”
“Yes dear, it’s addressed to Mr Andrew Dutton at this address.
“Yeah well at the interview I was told I’d interviewed very well but I’d been told that before receiving a letter of rejection. I’ll take you guys out tomorrow…”
“No wait till you have your car and your first pay packet Andy. After paying off what you owe use there could be sufficient over to treat us to a lovely hotel dinner.”
“That dinner can go on my company card as an expense for entertaining useful business contacts,” Andy the jerk said proudly.
Two nights later Andy met Sue in the garden shed behind their house. She kissed him and said she’d made up a bed for them on a thin rubber mattress.
“You’re a bobby-dazzler Sue.”
Andy hoped he’d not disappoint and he needn’t have worried because she confided her breast had felt tight for most of the day as she’d been looking forward so much to this occasion.”
Andy thought swollen breasts eh, and images flashed through his mind with such arousing graphical intensity that when he unzipped he placed his hand around a rod so thick and stiff that Sue rocked on her heels and wiped dribble from the corner of her mouth.
The stripped and stood kissing and stroking each other chests and half swallowed each other’s tongue until Sue croaked , “I’m ready Andy; I’m leaking.”
Sue got on to the makeshift bed on her hands and knees and he took aim and in it went, no hand assistance required.
“Omigod, Omigod,” Sue moaned, “Fuck me Andy.”
Well that had been his intention and he’d even remembered to roll on a condom. Sue got her timing right and banged back on to every incoming thrust and then grunted and groaned and eventually Andy worked his thumb into her butt and wriggled it and called he was coming and Sue shrieked into hers
Of course her mother came rushing out from the house with a torch to investigate and ripped open the door and blinded the young couple with the strong beam of light.
“Oh it’s you Andy and I’m so glad it’s you. Well carry on. Brian won’t be home till late.”
“Wow,” Sue said. “Wasn’t she nice?”
“Yeah but she was almost standing on the used condom I’d tossed over there.”
“Oh god, did she see it?”
“Probably she didn’t because I didn’t see the torch beam focus on it.”
“What did you do at the end?”
Andy said, “I had my thumb inserted into your butt and was twisted it.”
“Omigod I was so wound up I couldn’t focus on anything. Little wonder I came like a flood. Do you do anal?”
Andy decided to be careful with the reply and grinned and said he wasn’t sure.
“Andy I have to tell you I can’t do this with you regularly because I’m seeing someone; I can’t tell you who because he’s married.”
“Well at least it’s a guy.”
“God Andy I’m not into that kind of thing. That’s me done but I’ll suck you off if you wish to come again.”
“No it’s fine. I really enjoyed that Sue. We went well considering it was our first time together.”
She smiled and looked very pleased.
* * *
The elegant Mrs Christine Vickers, blonde and well-shaped although perhaps a little on the slim side, depending on taste, opened the heavy door and said, “It is indeed Mr Dutton. My husband’s PA sent me a copy of your photograph and your CV so that I could recognised you and also know something about you. Well I’m ready to go; I’ll just set the alarm and join you in that small vehicle.”
Andy thought about apologizing for not arriving in a limo and thought but why should he do that. God she looked bored and because of that would be boring. She probably didn’t know where she wanted to go and would sit in the back and whine.
She sat in the front and said, “This vehicle smells very new.”
“Yes I took possession of it this morning. I was upgraded in vehicle because I am to be your driver.”
“Yes if you wish.”
“I wish. I was scared shitless when that ape attempting to jump into my car.”
“Yes and I can accept it would be a frightening experience,” Andy said, surprised at her used of the phrase scared shitless. Well that probably that accurately explained her terror.
“Where would you like to go,” he said, expecting her to say anywhere.
“To the mall please. I have to pick up my watch from the repairer and perhaps I could take you for a drink.”
They returned home with the watch and have consumed one glass of wine each.
Andy was about to jump out when they stopped in front of the house and open her door as he’d seen chauffeurs do in films.
“Stop,” she said. “I want to talk to you.”
Andy resettled and closed the door.
“My husband lost his first wife because of adultery and now he’s worried that I will go the same way because he’s started playing around again and I’ve found out. It’s a woman at his office. You have only just started working there so won’t know everyone but she’s a manager, Susan Brentwood. Do you know her?”
Andy was too choked to answer and so just nodded.
“What is she like?”
He swallowed to clear the tension in his throat and said he’d found her to be a delightful person.
“Delightful yes, and that will be why my husband is having a piece of her. Well why I’m telling you this is I suspect my husband will gradually apply pressure on you to have sex with me. You are the meat in the sandwich because I want you to know I don’t want that to happen and in a way that makes me the meat in the sandwich because this arrangement for you to be my driver and protector is a sensible arrangement and sure beats me sitting at home too frightened to go out.”
Andy waited for her to continue but said apparently had finished because she said, “Well?”
He sat thinking, conscious that she was tapping one hand impatiently on her knee.
Andy smiled and said he wish to say three things.
“The first is you are a good looking woman and if you wish to have sex with me, then I’ll cooperate.”
Christine looked at him dismayed.
“The second point is I will not be persuaded by your husband to pressure you for anything should he try that on.”
“The third point is this is just an observation. You hair colouring is more blonde than natural blonde. If you had it darkened a couple of shades you might attract less attention from males. No that could be just useless information but…”
“Andy,” she said, using that name for the first time. “Thank you for what you have just said. I’ve taken it all in. I’ll go now but you stay where you are. There is no need to be overly polite with me. Could you please be a darling and pick me up at 10:00 tomorrow? I’d like to go to Brighton for lunch. I do miss seeing the sea.”
“Certainly. Bye Mrs Vickers.”
“Goodbye Andy and please call me Christine at all times.”
“Thank you Christine.”
Andy had been back in his office about ten minutes when Eric Vickers visited him.
“How did it go?”
“Fine. Mrs Vickers…”
“Didn’t she ask you to call her Christine?”
“Christine was good company but perhaps a little tentative. We went to Southend Mall where she collected her watch that had been repaired. She did some window shopping and then suggested we go for a drink and each had one wine. She then asked to be taken home and tomorrow she wants to go to Brighton for lunch and she says she misses the sea.”
“That’s a very full report. Thank you. Use your card tomorrow and use Christine’s name on the receipt and that docket will be accepted by accounts without query because they already have been briefed. Who paid for the drinks today?”
“Well in future…”
“Excuse me but if she wishes to pay for coffee or a drink for both of us that’s what she should be allowed to do but I will use my card for larger expenses.”
“Then do as you wish,” said grumpy Eric. “Did she tell you she suspects I’m having an affair?”
“Are you sure?”
“Well disbelieve her. She’s becoming a bit paranoid about some things. That guy she thought was trying to get into her car had probably stumbled and grabbed the door handle for support.”
“That’s possible,” Andy said and Eric gave him a sharp look and then nodded.
Jesus, Andy thought. Why was he being involved in marital tensions of other people like this? Oh yes he’d signed a contract and was being paid £40,000 to do that and other things.
Returning from Brighton next day after drinking one glass of wine because he was driving, while Christine had finished the bottle, Andy said, “I’ve been wondering when you last had sex.”
“Is that something you should be asking me?”
“About ten weeks ago.”
She laughed and said, “Do you wish to know when I last masturbated?”
He blushed and said no and she laughed and stroked his arm and then placed that hand on his thigh and left it there, unmoving.
Andy said, “Have you been thinking of having sex with me?”
He frowned and said, “Isn’t that what you think Eric wants to ease his own guilt?”
“Yes and if you and I do have sex, I shall tell him when it suits me and that of course could result in Eric demoting you. He’s unlikely to fire you become that could lead to you claiming unjustified dismissal and then the media would have a field day.”
Andy said there could be a possibility of contesting demotion as being unjust and unreasonable and he added, “Well it’s pretty clear I would be foolish having sex with you?”
Christine sighed and said she had to accept that comment as being logical. And then after some thought she said, “On the other hand I could change my position about disclosure.”
Andy laughed and slapped his hand on Christine’s and she squeezed his thigh and when he pulled away his hand she pulled hers away.
He arrived back at the office just before 4:30 after taking Christine home and she’d looked at him with bedroom eyes when she leaned over and kissed him goodbye, thanking him for a delightful time.
Just before 5:00 Sue breezed into his office and said, “How was Brighton?”
How the hell did she know he’d been to Brighton? Noting his delayed response Sue coloured and said Eric had told her Andy had taken Mrs Vickers to Brighton.
Andy thought, Christ, Eric knowing his wife was away had seized the opportunity to take Sue away to some sleazy hotel for sex and lunch in the room and probably more sex. Well sex was made to go around.
They chatted and then Andy said, “Mrs Vickers thinks Eric is knocking off some hot bitch in this office.
Sue turned scarlet and almost croaked when she said, “Does she know who the woman is?”
“I didn’t ask and assumed it was Eric’s PA.”
“Oh look at the time. I best get back to my work,” Sue said and hurried off.
Andy fumed. Now he really was feeling he was being dragged into a marital triangle and his comment to Sue then was stupid and it had only stirred the pot.
He went through his messages and found one from one of the agency’s he’d been registered one and called the woman, Mary Black.
“Oh hi, thanks for calling back. When you called to de-register you said you had been appointed IT manager at Brompton & Vickers. One of the reasons I’m calling is to ask how is it going?”
“I’m managing the job well but it’s hard going because my team is under-trained and the managing-director treats IT as an unnecessary expense and won’t approve expenditure on upgrading equipment.”
“Oh that’s a shame. Although Eric Vickers is only in his later forties I’ve heard he thinks and manages in the tradition of Old School business. Look the second reason I’m calling is Southend Mall is in a panic; it’s IT manager and assistant manager have been head-hunted and have resigned. I mentioned you to the operations manager and he said if Brompton & Vickers engaged you then you must be good because they screen ruthlessly. She knows Eric Vickers. Well Marlene wants to interview you tonight.”
Attempting to play it cool, Andy said, “Why should I bother.”
“Well for a start I told her she’d have to offer you 60G to move from your old job so soon. You’d be responsible for a team of nine and as you can imagine they are fully computerised. Of course the merchant card processing equipment is excluded because that is handled on contract by outside providers engaged by the merchant car processing service provider.”
“Yeah well set up the time and place for the interview Mary and I thank you for you approach.”
“Thanks and the desperate Marlene is probably attempting to head-hunt other applicants.”
“I accept that.”
“Here’s a tip Andy; the sooner you could transfer over to her operation the more appealing you’d be to her.”
Andy was excited and waiting for Mary to call back he worked out a quick exit plan if he was offered the mall job. He’d walk into Eric’s office and yell at Eric he was quitting because Christine had told me she knew he was committing adultery with someone from this office because she’d seen them together twice in recent months and was thinking about hiring a private investigator. Eric would lose it and yell he couldn’t resign because he was fired but Andy would say too late because he’d already lodged his resignation with HR and how much notice did he require and Eric would yell he would approve the termination as soon as HR handed the papers to him to sign and he wanted Andy to leave as soon as he signed off.
Andy is happy working at the mall because he has a good team. The mall's 36-year old operations manager was going through a divorce and she and Andy hit it off and they leased an apartment and they have been banging away so hard that the bed collapsed two nights ago and Marlene’s screaming has earned her two reprimands from management investigating complaints about her noise. She and Andy are deliriously happy because work and fucking are their consuming interests.
Christine returned home and she and Eric are waiting for their divorce to finalise. Christine just wants him out of her life and Eric is waiting to marry Sue who has moved in with him.
Eric’s company is spending a small fortune on calling in outside technicians to sort out its computer problems because the first manager hired after Andy left turned out to be a dud and his replacement, who was hired because she interviewed well and appeared so sensible and at fifty was considered mature but she’s turned out to be an alcoholic.
Andy’s mum and sister have been unable to figure why Andy and Sue never got together and married.
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