Where Did The Kitty Go?

Johnathan arrived home around 1:00pm. He fixed some lunch grabbed an MGD and sat down in front of the TV. He found a poker match going on on the ESPN channel. He liked poker and had played a few times with his buddies. As he ate he thought about his customers, his new business and what kind of money he could make. He decided to keep a diary of all his appointments thinking that this could be a good book to write some day. After lunch he went to the computer to check for more appointments. A few key strokes and he found.......nothing! Nothing? WTF he said to himself. He went to look at his ad on Craigslist.......and could not find it! He refreshed the page and noticed that in five minutes time there were three other posts that had been added. Being new to this Craigslist he did not know that to stay on the first couple of pages of the listing he needed to re post. He did a search for his ad and found it to be 40 pages back. He re posted instantly hoping to be back in business soon.

While working on Melinda he found that he could have been much quicker if he had some clippers like they used on him at fluff and cut. So he went shopping at the beauty supply store where he got his scissors. When he arrived he found a whole section of clippers large and small. He only needed a small one. He found a small one that was even battery operated made by Whal. The price was $250.00. Ouch! But his business was growing and he needed to improve his skills. He would come to find that this purchase would be one of the most successful purchases he would make.

Later at home that night he was channel surfing before bed and he clicked onto a segment of Sex in the City. There was a guy going down on Samantha making her cum over and over. He finished her off and then got up and left. The next scene was Samantha bragging to the other girls that she had found a guy that only pleasures women orally and that they call him Mr. Pussy. WOW, How cool is that? I could be the next Mr. Pussy! And get paid for it too boot!

Time to hit the sack, back to real work tomorrow.