Yeah, so this is really stupid, but hey, I'm back! Please review.
Roger looked in the cupboard again- empty, as usual. Not even any Captain Crunch.
"One of us has GOT to get a job." He said to Mark.
"Well, why don't I go get one?" replied Mark.
"MARK! You can NOT work at McDonald's! YOU WILL GET CANCER! YOU WILL GET FAT! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SNUGGLE YOU IF YOU GET FAT?!"
"Geez, Roggie. I wouldn't get FAT, just a little squeeshy around the edges. And not even that, I was thinking of being a lawyer anyhow."
"A lawyer?"
"I have a law degree, by the way."
"Mark?"
"Yes, cuddles?"
"Where the HELL did you get a law degree?"
"My parents made me go to law school. Two days after I graduated I hopped a bus to NYC and never looked back….well, just once. And then I ran into a pole."
"What makes you want to be a lawyer after all these years?" asked Roger.
"Well, Joanne is one, and she always makes money."
They took a moment and thought about MoJo's apartment. It always had heat and water, was filled with food, and there were clean windows and champagne for special celebrations and all the "toys" Maureen and Joanne could possibly use….
"Well, alright," said Roger. "Go earn money, be the breadwinner."
"Yeah! YEAH!" said Mark, filled with righteousness. "I shall now depart!"
He was halfway out the door before Roger said "Eh, Mark? You might just want to put on some pants."
Mark had applied, and with his impressive resume- Buzzline had given him a stellar recommendation- gotten the job, a civil service lawyer.
"Hello, Mr. Cohen, my name is Smith, John Smith, call me if you need anything," said a small, greasy-looking man. "It's time you met your supervising lawyer. You will work with her until you are into a good job rhythm."
"A girl, eh?" said Mark, in that tone of voice every guy uses to speak with his guy pals. "She cute?"
"Ohhhh, YEAH." Said Mr. Smith. "Cute face, lil' waist with a big behind…"
"I hate that song." Commented Mark.
"Well, anyway, she's gorgeous! And she looks like a total TIGER in the sack!."
"Really?" said Mark, hardly daring believe his luck. Maybe he could seduce her...?
"Oh yeah," said Mr. Smith, "That big mouth of hers could be put to OTHER uses other than arguing cases, if you catch my drift..."
"Wow..." said Mark, drooling with his fantasies.
"And I've never seen her with a guy, either! All she does is work, work, work! She didn't even bring a date to the office party, and we offered her the cream of the crop! Came with her best friend instead..."
Mark couldn't even respond.
"Anyway, she's in….floor 6, office 66," said Mr. Smith. "Good luck!"
Mark went up, up, up, up, up, up the elevator and down the hallway, and he knocked on the door.
"Come in," came a muffled voice.
Swallowing deeply, and trying to curb the "rising" problem he was having at the moment, he went in.
"Good, you're the new- MARK?!"
"Joanne?"