I confess I told my co-workers that I only have 6 months to live so I could get there remorse and make them treat me better. I did get pity-sex from a few hot secretaries. At the end of six months I will leave and move out of state. In the mean time the compasion I am getting would make you sick and the sex I’m getting now finally from the hot co-workers is pretty darn good too. I told everybody i had brain cancer… sorry to all of those who really do have brain cancer. May you get a pity fuck out of the deal before you actually die!
