Origin posted:

Don Tacorleone posted:

post about your favorite book and maybe we can agree to read one together for the next month

here are some recommendations:
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_s...aur%2Caps%2C317

gently caress Your Website posted:

A Billionaire Dinosaur Forced Me Gay posted:

I had just received the news via email, I had been hired at one of the biggest trading firms on Wall Street! My dream job wasn’t being an assistant but this was my foot in the door, my way to the top! I ran around me apartment, I hadn’t been this excited since I graduated NYU last Spring and threw my cap in the air. I called my family instantly, letting them know the good news about my full time position.

“Who are you going to work for?” My dad asked after congratulating me.

“I’ll be the assistant to the CEO dad! Can you believe that?” I said so happy and excited to start.

“The CEO...isn’t that Oliver Anderson? The dinosaur billionaire?” He asked, I could hear the upset tone in his voice. My father had never liked the dinosaurs ever since they began taking control of the world economy. When I was growing up he tried to condition me to hate them too. I never did though, I thought they had just as many rights as we did. They shouldn’t be punished because they had extremely accurate stock predictions in the eighties, becoming the single leading force of Wall Street presently. I was more than grateful that Mr. Anderson was going to take a chance on me and let me be his assistant.

“Yes dad, he’s the dinosaur billionaire. He is also my boss now so please don’t lecture me on them again.” I said, trying not to get into another argument with my father against about the dinosaurs.

“John, I can’t believe you’re going to be working under such a monster! He’s not even human! He doesn’t have the right to tell you what to do!” He said, furious on the other end of the phone.

“I can handle myself dad. If he can pay me more than the guy hiring and Schwam and Gleeson then I’ll work for him. I need to be able to pay rent and live out here and Mr. Anderson pays more for an assistant than the other firms do for their dealers.” I said, trying to sway my dad.

“I don’t it John. Not one bit. You can’t trust those dinosaurs, he’ll take advantage of you in no time.” He warned me.

“I’ll be fine. Trust me for once.” I begged, wanting him to just be happy for me.

“I trust you, that’s not the problem. I swear if that dinosaur lays one claw on you, I’ll kill him.” He threatened.

gently caress Your Website posted: