I Can't Get No Satisfaction

By J.D. Walker

Georgie Baldt is stuck in a rut. He used to be a go-getter, but then the real world hit after college, and being magna cum laude with a major in Liberal Arts meant squat next to student loans and paying the bills. In the middle of all the mind-numbing minutia of working two dead-end jobs, Georgie just wants to find that spark again, and maybe someone to love, too.

In fact, Georgie's never forgotten the stranger who took his virginity one night years ago in the back alley of a bar when he was drunk and begging for it. Loudly. The man had been kind, and afterward, Georgie had run away in shame. So what are the odds that the same man from back then is now Georgie’s new boss at the trendy grocery store where he works mornings?

Ry Archibald, newly minted produce manager is a fine figure of a man and remembers Georgie. However, they get off on the wrong foot mainly because of a coworker and his slutty ways. Harsh words are exchanged and Georgie retreats into his shell. Let the pretty people have their fun, is Georgie’s way of thinking. Who was he kidding, anyway? No one would look at him twice. But Ry is looking.

And when Georgie hands in his two weeks’ notice, Ry pulls out all the stops so they can finally become friends. Maybe more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Mar 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781634860581

J.D. Walker

J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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I Can’t Get No Satisfaction

By J.D. Walker

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2016 J.D. Walker

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For everyone out there who needs a little satisfaction.

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I Can’t Get No Satisfaction

By J.D. Walker

I’m discontented with my life. Perhaps that’s not unusual in our modern world of never-ending bills, grumpy cat memes, and one-night stands, but it seems especially difficult for me to find joy in anything right now. Or maybe ever.

I want to change that. Heaven knew I deserved it, what with the shit I’d gone through over the years. But how? I was stuck in a rut.

Perhaps if I explained…

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I grew up in a single-parent household with three older brothers and one middle sister. I was the youngest. That meant I got hand-me-downs and had to fight for scraps. Dad did his best to care for us, but half the time he was stoned out of his mind when he wasn’t working nights at the car assembly plant in our fabulous town. Mom was a faint memory of lavender and breast milk.

My sister left town at eighteen and my brothers followed in Dad’s footsteps once they got their high school diplomas—barely. Of all the men in the family, I got the brains, not the brawn. So I took that, mostly survived the bullying and fag-bashing of my teen years—a few hospital visits, and a reconstructed jaw were the highlights—and made it out of there as soon as possible after earning my own diploma.

College had been a nightmare of wannabes screwing their way through four years of pseudo-study, and I couldn’t get laid if my life depended on it. That might have been because I was an introvert, skinny, still had really bad acne, and was barely five-feet-five inches tall. No one gave me the time of day, and my old-school Goth look didn’t win me any favors. So I focused on my grades, masturbated to fantasies (and sounds) of my hot roommate Roger Whitmore who fucked anything male that moved, and graduated magna cum laude.

As I had given the speech at the ceremony—it had taken me an hour and lots of breathing exercises to get over my stage fright—I’d looked out over the crowd of my peers, most of whom were bored stiff and couldn’t wait for the day to be over so they could get on with their oh-so-important lives. No one from my family