Interracial Mind Control
by wettstarr.copyright
Just after John and I purchased our new, 4-bedroom dream home in Whispering Pines, I received the bad news that my boss, Dr. Lewis, had decided to retire, and consequently I had to find new employment. It wasn’t Dr. Lewis’ fault; he had been suffering with arthritis for a long time, and he just couldn’t continue any longer. I had worked for him for 6 years, and had gained valuable experience as the office manager of a medical office, and I was confident I could find another good position.
John was confident as well. Even though he earned a handsome salary as an electrical engineer, he was pleased that I had found a satisfying career as well. The added benefit was my fat salary, which helped us qualify for our new,
4,000 square foot home, with enclosed pool and 3-car garage. The mortgage was large, however, and John’s salary wouldn’t carry it forever; I would have to find work. Read the rest of this entry »
