![]() We enjoyed talking about sports and he appreciated my love of UFC and football. He was tanned from all of his days in the field and had the same worn hands as my husband. He was about 5'10" and thought he wasn't fat by any means he was stout and beneath his t-shirt you knew he was muscular. ![]() I had met my husbands supervisor several times at picnics and BBQs. ![]() Either I told you to come down to the shop tonight around 9 to see if you two could work out some sort of deal, or he calls the cops and tells them I stole the truck." He called me into his office today and told me he had a proposal for me. "I know who did it but that guy is my super and he is trying to blame it all on me. "Somebody stole a truck from the shop." He said. "What's wrong babe? What are you doing home so early?" I asked. My husband came home from work early looking distraught.
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