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you can walk, it stands to reason that I couldn’t jump into Advanced Sex 101 before mastering the basic prerequisites first.
    Self-realizations aside, this story always made me unbearably horny, and my fingers were almost cramping from playing with myself for so long. I lost count of how many orgasms I was able to rub out of my poor exhausted little pussy, and I fell asleep to the feel of my own fingers gently rubbing at my soft wet folds. I slept fitfully that night, dreaming of a faceless dark lover of my own.
     
    The next morning, I felt revitalized and resumed my job search once more. I emailed a few more inquiries to some new leads, and started on breakfast for Grandma and me.
    I had just finished whipping up a couple of ham and cheese omelets, fresh cream biscuits, and a small fruit salad, when Grandma finally emerged from her room and poured us a couple glasses of orange juice. After all that time living at home with Grandma, I learned to be a competent cook since she was insistent that I learn how to feed myself and my future family. She was disdainful of modern culture that eschewed fresh wholesome food for convenience.
    Dieting is a pain in the ass once you figure out that you’re only a few ingredients away from a platter of hot, fresh cream biscuits dripping with smears of melting honey butter. My damn hips were definitely not going anywhere anytime soon.
    In any case, at least we were saving money by eating at home instead of constantly eating out as was the case with my girlfriends.
    “Did you have a nice time last night at Mrs. Rowland’s?” I asked, plating up our breakfast. We sat at our little dining table and began to dig into our omelets.
    “Oh, I always do,” she said, around a mouthful of buttered biscuit. “Peggy made us a nice salmon dinner, and we played bridge until she took me home at ten o’clock.”
    She shot me an odd look. “You went to bed rather early, didn’t you? I tried to open your door last night to say good night, but it was locked.”
    I choked on a big chunk of cantaloupe, and managed to swallow it before mumbling, “Sorry, I guess I was changing into my pajamas and forgot to unlock my door before I climbed into bed.” I groaned inwardly at the horrific vision of Grandma catching me asleep, naked in my bed, with my fingers knuckle-deep in my wet pussy.
    Grandma seemed satisfied with my answer and continued nibbling on her omelet. “That’s fine, dear,” she said. “Just remember that you need to keep your door unlocked at night in case we have an emergency—you never know when we might have a fire, or an earthquake, or a burglar, or something, you know.”
    “Yes, Grandma,” I said. I knew there was no point in addressing her worrywart sensibilities. We finished our breakfast and cleared the table as was our usual routine. “I’m going to keep working on my job search. Do you need me to take care of any errands today?”
    Grandma was already out the back door and heading for her little garden. “No, dear,” she said. “You go ahead and do your work. These tomato plants need a bit of love from me today.”
    I returned to my room and started browsing through new job postings on Craigslist. After nine months of rejection after rejection, I was beginning to lose hope that I would find a decent job. Grandma’s savings were starting to run out, and I felt the pressure growing everyday to find something to support us both.
    It was always the same reasons; I was either under-qualified or over-qualified, but no one seemed to be willing to take a chance on hiring me. My self-confidence was never excessive to begin with, and taking constant rejection was seriously taking its toll on me.
    I started clicking through my usual categories, but I stopped when I scrolled down to the bottom of the list. Why had I never bothered to check out the miscellaneous job postings before? As the saying goes, desperate times really do call for desperate measures, and my ass was definitely