I lied on my resume. Now I work for my big alien boss. They used to call that making an honest woman.
The hours are good and the pay is great.
I don't know what I'm doing, but I'd be a fool to quit.
My boss thinks I'm hot, and sweet, and cute.
(He really doesn't know me that well.)
The next thing I know?
I'm sleeping with him.
And he wants to marry me.
(The irony is intense.)
There's...