Fixed in the Past
by Ken Tokuno © 2018 I’d known Chad for about 9 years, y’know, long enough to think I knew the guy at least a little bit. Turns out I didn’t know him half as well as I thought. I’d gone to office parties. Met his wife. She had that look of a lady who was well pleased with herself. Even if she was just a little plump when I first met her she was really hot. Since then, she’d been getting a little plumper with each year, but when I first saw her, hey, I could tell that she had been a real looker back in her younger days. Her name was Carol. We shook hands. She had one of those super feminine hand-shakes, y’know, real limp. Still, I was in instant lust. Lucky guy, that Chad. That first time we met, she says to me, “So you work with Chad? What do you do? “Like him, I just push around a lot of papers all day. Makes me wonder what I got a college degree for.” ...