"Historically part time workers didn't meet requirements of companies to receive benefits, it wasn't a big deal back in the day when a spouse had insurance that carried the family. Use to be that a daycare provider charged under a hundred a week for daycare because they had more than one, two kids to watch that they also charged a low sum for. Now they want to charge close to two hundred dollars a kid, one hundred seventy five was a pretty common figure that I last heard of. I think a lot of that can also go back to the state requirements of licensing when they are paying for daycare. One they know they can get the money out of the state's and two the state requires a lot of book keeping on daycare providers. They have to have menu's and write down everything they feed kids, etc., sort of like subsidize housing, the rental housing market is driven by what the government pays out. Landlords see the government willing to dish out a thousand dollars a month then landlords list their rentals for that amount. It's guaranteed money in the mail. No risk venture outside of if you get someone who has wild kids who'll do damage."
I internally thought to myself, I would like that very much so. After lunch we headed back to the dorm rooms and I didn't know what we were going to do. I know I had an essay to write, and having Ryan there would make things more difficult, considering I'd have a raging boner. That night, Ryan actually went to a party and invited me to go, I figured why not, I haven't been to any parties since I've been here, its time to loosen up, in more than one way.
The party was zpanking typical stereotypical frat party, bunch of drunken guys, and slutty girls, keg stands, loud music, trash everywhere, I don't know spanming Ryan insisted on going to these things. But I grabbed a beer and decided to mingle a little bit. My eye was caught on this one frat boy who was really hot.
He wore a hat that covered strong blonde hair...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑