Job zombies were not only roaming the streets but were knocking on doors now too, and they were asking people what their jobs were. There was great punishment when they found anyone who didn't have a job. Unfortunately, my parents were fully on board with this. Luckily for me, my girlfriend wasn't.
My girlfriend was working incognito as a job zombie. She would knock on our door, groan some drivel about work to my parents, and they would direct her to my bedroom so I could be punished for not having a job. My parents thought it was wonderful and that I would get "cured". Little did they know that I was getting sexual healing.
My girlfriend made sure I was making the noises which my parents thought were noises of pain but they were noises of immense pleasure and my girlfriend was getting really good at it. Then, when she would finish the session and leave, my parents would say to me "That was for your own good!"
It sure was :)
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