Here’s my newest acquisition – a handy gizmo called Mr. Heater. Who thinks up these names? I want that job. Now, the erotic writer in me would love to use that product name as a story-starter. Something about a young man who hitch-hikes (time for stories, mishaps and ‘exploration’) from up north south into the Big Smoke looking for adventure and a decent-paying job. He’s got a degree and a journeyman’s ticket in high-pressure welding (double-entendre territory), but the opportunities weren’t that great in the small town he grew up in (left his high school sweetie and the family farm behind). He tried working a 9 to 5 gig as a trainee banker but didn’t like the constraints of having to wear a suit…

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