For a short time, while in college, I worked at a fast food place. It was miserable. They worked us like dogs, the pay was shitty, the customers were assholes and the shift manager was a total bitch. She was short, 40ish, around 5'3, chubby, with massive boobs, and not any prize in the looks department. I was biding my time there until something better came along. One evening at the end of our shift, she asked if I could take her home. Her car was in for repairs. I said, sure. I took her home and she invited me to come in. I figured, what the hell. I was curious what the wicked witch of the west's place looked like. The door had no sooner slammed shut and she made her move, and definitely let me know what she wanted. I asked, before this goes any further, are you married?? I don't want any husband coming home unexpectedly, catching us, and killing me. She said no. She had been divorced for 4 years, no jealous boyfriends and no children. I had broken up with my girlfriend 6 months earlier and anything was starting to look good, even her. To make a long story short, we went to her bedroom and f*cked like a couple of wild animals. It was obvious she hadn't had sex in awhile and I most certainly hadn't. After we finished, we laid in bed and talked for a bit. I was amazed at the change in her personality from that at work. She was actually a very nice person and interesting to talk to. I continued visiting her after work 3 0r 4 times a week until I finally landed another job and left, severing all ties with her. This is the only pleasant memory I have of that place.