A single mother comes home from an office party early and unwittingly surprises the teenage babysitter frigging herself to cable porn
Work parties are not my cup of tea. I’m not sure they’re anyone’s, so sometimes I wonder why they even exist. I don’t really want to know any of the people I work with any better. As much as I’d like to be, I’m not a teenager anymore and neither are they. I already have friends, friends who never blow payroll deadlines. Maybe it’s just me, but irritation is not the greatest foundation for friendship. “This was great Jamie.” Carl worked in...