This chapter was written by 4fireking and Harmony Valenka Smith. Harmony sent it to me in DocX. I'm finally going to have a Family Guy story that is more than one chapter. Thanks for listening.

Chapter 1: Dead-End Job

God, I hate this job. This thought cycles through my mind at least once every day when I'm at work. I think it when I punch in, I think it whenever Greg surpasses me in sales or gets more into the boss's favor with his ass-kissing. Honestly, what does it take for me to get noticed around here? I've been working here for ten years (more than twice as long as Greg) and yet, here I am, still a fucking "sales associate."

" 'My computer's broken!' 'Do you have this in pink?' 'Your sign over there said it was on sale.' 'Where's your manager, young man?'" God. The only consolation: I'm actually good at this shit. Yeah, I can handle people real good. I'll be your door mat and make you happy, I'll tell you all the latest things on anything tech, but that does not mean I'll be happy about it.

Then, get this, more fuckers to make my day harder come in every day of the week. Yep, we're open 11AM-9PM on weekdays and from 12PM-5PM on weekends. I'm there nearly all the time. So, I wasn't surprised when a few dumbasses came walking into the store looking for a new TV.

"Look, Lois, it wasn't my fault. It was Chris," said one of them, a fatass.

"What? How could I do that? You were the one that suggested we play football in the house," said Chris, the smaller fatass.

"That didn't meant you had to agree with me, Chris. I didn't ask you to be with me," said the bigger fatass.

The woman, probably the bigger fatass's wife, looked taxed by the experience. I took the moment to look at the other members of the family: a baby, a dog, and a yowza! I looked at this… was it a girl? God, how do these people expect us to tell the difference? A girl can have a man's haircut and dress as a man and the question would come up. A man could dress in drag or have long hair and the question would come up. News flash: if you look too much like the other sex, wear a fuckin' t-shirt that tells us what you are. The only real clue I could get into this one was that she was wearing pink and looked too young to have gotten the surgery, so it had to be a girl… I think.

They came up to me and the woman asked, "Hello… Greg," she addressed me. Good, you looked at my nametag. That's always a nice start before a good bitch fest. "Our old TV got broken and we were wondering what you could recommend that would be good while also being… well, you know, economical."

Time to put on a show. I should get paid extra. "Of course, ma'am. Many American families are concerned with having the latest in technology, so that, of course, increases the demand. When the demand increases, so does the supply, so we should be able to find something pretty nice within your price range. I mean, we're not a country of savages, are we?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh, no, most certainly not," replied the woman.

"Come over here and I'll show you some of our TVs," I said. I turned off the light at my register and led them to our vast TV wall. "As you can see, we have plenty of flat screens and portable screens to choose from. We have everything you need from what you can hold in your hand, host a movie night, or even host an outdoor screening. For you, I would suggest this nice 30 inch flat screen. Look at that picture, I dare say it's one of the best ones here."

"Hey, what's that over there?" asked the bigger fatass. He pointed to our display indicating the new thing the company was working on.

"Oh, yeah, that. We're working on making a 5-D TV. If we can get it working, it will send out smells, tastes, and even let the audience touch what they're watching. The 3-D effect of 'stuff popping out of the screen' would already happen without the assistance of any 3-D glasses and, obviously, the picture and sound would be crisper and better than any other TV on the market. Of course, it's not very economical as it would cost $10 million," I said.

"$10 million?!" said the fatass.

"Yeah, that's what they tell me. Anyway, about that 30 inch; I think it would suit your family very well."

As I was showing the family the TV, unbeknownst to me, another person came in the store. I eventually saw her wandering around the TVs, so I thought that, after I was done with this family, I would help her. I mean, she was pretty hot-looking.

The family wound up going with the TV I had pitched them, despite the fatass's whining about the 5-D TV. Hey, perhaps, in 20 years, the 5-D TV will be cheap enough to be economical for America's middle-class and the thing for the wealthy will be where they actually go to those places. Huh. Teleportation. That might be a good thing to bring up at the next meeting.

So, after I had rung up the family, I went looking for the girl, but I couldn't find her. I went over to the TVs and made the three minute scan of the entire front of the store. There was no bathroom in our store, so she must have either a.) left or b.) snuck into the back. I glanced into the parking lot and saw a different car than of those who I knew worked here, so I knew it had to be her. I looked around the store again, just in case, before making my way into the back.

Now, truth was, we did have a somewhat-working prototype for the 5-D TV, but were trying to find a way to make it so that more people could buy it. I mean, sell to the wealthy and get rich once or sell to the middle-class and get wealthy over a lifetime. There was a whole room committed to the TV and all of the research behind it. This is where I found her.

"Hey, what are you doing back here?" I asked. She looked like a kid with her hand stuck in the cookie jar. She made a run for it, but I was able to stop her before she left the store. It was then that my boss walked up.

"Gregory, what do you think you're doing?" asked my boss. The old man always addressed people with their full names, never any shorts or nicknames.

"This woman was trying to steal intel on our project, sir," I said.

"Oh, really?" asked my boss.

"Please, I really needed a promotion and they said they would if I could get some information on this! I have two starving kids at home!" she pleaded.

"Well, that's not true," I said. Our boss had a policy against swearing in the workplace, so I substituted as politely as I could. "You've never had, but you've been had." Her eyes were full of shock that I even knew this.

Then, typical tactic for sympathy, she broke down crying. "I'm so sorry. I won't tell. Here! Take my notes. No promotion is worth this much trouble," she said. She handed me her notebook. Now, if she hadn't been so hot, I might have dismissed this moment entirely, but, for some reason, she just… captivated me.

"Well, that's all good and well, young lady, but you're going to need to do more than that," said my boss.

"What would you have me do? I'll do anything, just please don't tell my boss I got caught. It was supposed to be anonymous and you weren't supposed to know and neither were they," she said.

"Gregory, how would you like to keep an eye on this woman for a while? Call it a- now, what do you kids call it? Uh… a probationary period. You stick to each other like glue for two weeks, after which time the heat will have gone down… and perhaps, young lady, I'd consider getting a different job. Good day." My boss walked away. You sly-

"I-" she said.

"Yeah," I said.

"I'm Chase, short for Chastity," she said, extending her hand.

"I'm Greg, short for, well, you know," I replied, taking her hand and shaking it. We were quiet for a bit.

"So…"

"So…"

"Are we really gonna…?"

"What's the harm in hanging out a little? We already know each other."

"Okay. What do you wanna do?"

"I get off work tonight at eight. I know it doesn't leave much room for us to do anything, but we could probably go for a drive.

"A drive?"

"Yeah, sure. If you wanna."

"All right. I'd like that."

"Cool. See you later." She left and that was how it all began.