My Life Sucks

Jenna was bummed out. She didn't get the hoped-for promotion. April in HR had come on to Jenna. "I get so hot thinking about you, baby," April crooned in Jenna's ear. April followed up on her comment by gently squeezing Jenna's left breast and kissing Jenna's cheek. And to make an awful day worse, it was Jenna's birthday. "Thirty," she thought. "I'm thirty effing years old. Damn." Jenna sighed, then took a swig of champagne from the bottle she held in her hand.