| Author: | Charles Harvey | ISBN: | 9781386716389 |
| Publisher: | Wes Writers and Publishers | Publication: | November 15, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Charles Harvey |
| ISBN: | 9781386716389 |
| Publisher: | Wes Writers and Publishers |
| Publication: | November 15, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Violating the fire code in your condo can lead to some serious "punishment" from the Fireman. Steaks aren't the only thing grilling on the patio. A visit from the Fire Marshall heats things up for the handsome resident of The Dukes Condos. He's decided one evening he's in the mood for a big juicy steak. He knows he's in serious violation of the city's fire code for cooking on an open grill on his balcony. But he does it anyway in plain view of the fire station. The Fire Marshall pays him a visit and lays a heavy fine on his butt.
Excerpt:
“Since I’ve discovered this serious violation, I will have to inspect the rest of your apartment. Where are your smoke detectors?” The Marshal stood with his feet planted wide apart. I saw his hand brush his crotch.
I didn’t know what to do. I knew if I turned around, he was going to see my bubble butt with the big white bow across it. I wasn’t sure if his memory of me was friendly or not. I moved crablike sideways as I led him back into the house and pointed out smoke detectors in the kitchen and hall.
“And the bedroom?” He looked me directly in the eyes.
Violating the fire code in your condo can lead to some serious "punishment" from the Fireman. Steaks aren't the only thing grilling on the patio. A visit from the Fire Marshall heats things up for the handsome resident of The Dukes Condos. He's decided one evening he's in the mood for a big juicy steak. He knows he's in serious violation of the city's fire code for cooking on an open grill on his balcony. But he does it anyway in plain view of the fire station. The Fire Marshall pays him a visit and lays a heavy fine on his butt.
Excerpt:
“Since I’ve discovered this serious violation, I will have to inspect the rest of your apartment. Where are your smoke detectors?” The Marshal stood with his feet planted wide apart. I saw his hand brush his crotch.
I didn’t know what to do. I knew if I turned around, he was going to see my bubble butt with the big white bow across it. I wasn’t sure if his memory of me was friendly or not. I moved crablike sideways as I led him back into the house and pointed out smoke detectors in the kitchen and hall.
“And the bedroom?” He looked me directly in the eyes.
