After having added, what, 10 comic series in slideshow format using RevSlider, the site slowed to a crawl. You literally could not work on the backend because every time you hit “Update” or “Publish” you’d get a long delay, then a 500 Server Error or a 404 or a “cannot connect” whitepage. The server kept resetting. while a great deal of the problem lies at GoDaddy’s bullshit “tier” system, where they “limit” your CPU usage or I/O level.
by Marie LeClare
Soon after graduating school with first class marks, I got a job as a junior executive in a multinational firm. After two years being with the firm at the city where my Aunt lived, I was transferred to another large city. I got my own apartment and bought myself a car.
Not having any friends in the new city, I joined a health club, not so much because I was a health freak but it helped me to pass my time.
To help me recover some money I had to pay for use of the club, the management permitted the members to pay in kind, by working for a certain amount of time in either the front office, massage parlor or in administration.
I opted for massage parlor. I had to work from about 7o’clock in the evening on Fridays to 10pm and then again from 9am in the morning to 1pm in the afternoon on Saturdays. I had to work in the women section of the parlor. Pay was woefully short but the tips were good, as only the rich could afford to join.
by Marie LeClare
My mother had wanted me to be a professional dancer and some day dance on Broadway, in New York City, something she had never been able to do, so she enrolled me in dancing classes almost as soon as I could walk.
I was told that I played the part of a little kitten in the school’s dance recital when I was 2 years old, and wandered all over the high school stage, much to the chagrin to my mother.
As the years went by I realized that I wasn’t good enough to be a professional dancer, although I had years of dancing school, so I did the next best thing, I opened my own dancing school.
I taught dancing to the tiniest of tots up to girls in their late teens, and although I’m a lesbian, I never had an attraction to any of them, until the day that Melanie came in with her mother, to signup for lessons.
I explained that it was only a few weeks until we held the recital but that I would be teaching all Summer. She could still play a part in the recital.
She was only about 5 feet tall, had a slim figure, but I could see that she had matured very early, especially when I caught my first glimpse of her in her leotards.
by Marie LeClare
I was on a four hour flight from Dallas, Texas, to Seattle, Washington, for a modeling gig, when I first heard them talking, with their cute Irish accents, and after listening to them for awhile I decided that I just had to meet them.
So as I was sitting back thinking of how I could met the, Babs, our flight attendant who I knew from when I used to work at the airlines, before I got fired, asked if I needed anything, and I told her just a large glass of vodka because after that I was going to go up and meet the girls.
Nursing my glass of vodka, I finally got up the nerve and walked forward in the cabin to where the girls were sitting, and they were breathtaking. They were so stunning that it almost took my breath away, so when I finally found my tongue I said:
“Hi girls, I couldnt help but hear y’all talking and it reminded me of when I used to shop on Grafton Street in Dublin”.