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The annual performance assessment mail arrived on Wednesday, 1st of July. First I heard the murmur, before I checked my mailbox. Then I learned that this year our office had the worst performance at the company. Following the company policy, half of my wage -so as of every men- withheld and the...

Here comes a story about a purification ceremony for lost female souls. I would like to know how would you make these girls committing sin against God confess and truly regret their mistake, excluding any suspicion of lying. After comes my own answer to this question in frame of a story

Prologue I left the office in a very confident mood. We made the project company that would apply for the tender, and what was more important: the "mr. Jonhson" was also found in the government who seemed to be discrete, reliable and willing to help. My wife waited me with the dinner at home...

Frances I am, which weighs me down, born in Paris near Pontoise town, and with a stretch of rope my arms learn for once the weight of my arse (For intro thanks to Francis)