Granted. - Sex Stories

Granted.

It all started at the end of a very, very bad day at work. The day began with a special staff meeting where my immediate boss publicly blamed me for all of his recent screw-ups. It got worse from there. I was tempted to go home at noon after a sudden power outage revealed that the battery backup to the computer at my desk was not properly installed and I lost my entire morning's work to corrupted files. Yes, I was saving regularly. I was saving everything when the power went out. That's what screwed up the files. Just after two o'clock I was even more tempted to tell them to take this job and shove it when my asshole supervisor informed me, loudly enough for the whole office to hear, that since I didn't seem to be able to get the work done in a timely fashion, he was recommending that I undergo a special "performance review" at the end of the month. I almost made it to five o'clock, but just after four-thirty, the entire computer system for the office crashed for the third time. I yelled, "The hell with it," and cleared off my desk. Company policy requires that we leave a clean desk at the end of the day, so I pushed everything into a pile which I then dropped it into the lower drawer of my file cabinet. A few moments later I had slipped out a side door, gone down the stairs to street level, and was coming in the front door of Mickey's Pub. Mickey Finn's Public House is a quaint little bar tucked in between the high rise office towers that form the city skyline. It probably ...

... would have been absorbed by the developers years ago except this area of the city has an "open air conduit" ordinance that says there has to be so many hundreds of feet of clearance between buildings over three stories tall. The result is that there are vast open areas between the modern tall towers. In those open areas, along with several parks, stand smaller, older buildings that house bars, boutiques, and other businesses. Mickey's Pub is probably the oldest of those buildings, and its interior is even older. The current owner - who is actually an Italian by the name of Walter Damato - claims that the bar and many of the booths were originally part of a public house in Derry, over in Ireland. That may or may not be true, but the long, wooden bar itself is old and massive and made of stout timbers that have grown dark under many coats of laquer, varnish, polish, and spilled beer. Most nights I would stop by Mickey's after work to relax and enjoy a glass of my favorite dark ale, which Walt conveniently kept on tap. Tonight, however, I was stopping by not to relax, but because I needed at least two - or maybe three drinks to forget what had to have been a new, all-time, "day from hell" at work. The only problem was that when I got to Mickey's the place was packed - not just full, totally packed.. There was no space at the bar, and no booths were open... except for Crazy Jack's spot. Crazy Jack had been a fixture at Mickey Finn's for as long as most of us could remember. Every ...