I wouldn't call it work
Ring on the finger doesn't mean a lock on the box.
I wouldn’t call it work I knew I was in trouble when she walked into the door. She was wearing those tight jeans, and a gray tank top that revealed her large firm breast. She smiled at me as she caught me looking at her. Joyce was a sexy thirty seven year old woman who was married to Brett. Brett was one of the volunteers on the Fire Department where I worked. Recently she had been coming by the Fire Station t...