Lesson K words
substance   connect   spend   fat   share   station   bread   charge   bar   offer   slave   market   degree    dear   enemy   drink    occur    support    speech   range   steam  motion   path    liquid    log    shell    neck    court    tax    education    across  society    organize    lose    stop    already    effort    treat    limit   purpose   situation  stage  explain  peace

Business words:  loss   stuff   discount  insurance   dock   pilfer   confront   puddle   temperature   rush    garbage

Here is your Lesson K Story.............Sound? .mp3

NOTHING, REALLY 

"Hey Fabian" said Tim, coming into the dock area, "What kind of work occurs today?"

"Easy work" said Fabian. "I treat you OK, don't I?" 

"Yes, " said Tim, "It's a good situation. Not much effort. And we spend a lot of time on breaks." 

"Well, that's good organization," Fabian explained. "We don't have to be slaves working for bread and water."

"Yes," said Tim, smiling, "It's been a real education for me already, offering as little body motion as we can all day."

"I've been thinking," said Fabian, "My brother and I have been getting fat off our connections who market these rejects. We should give you some share, just to keep the peace." 

Tim took a drink of water. "I don't want to come across like I don't support you, but I don't want to lose this job, you know. I really don't know the purpose of those boxes you pull aside."

"It's nothing, really," Fabian said, holding his hands out. "We're not the enemy of society. The company just writes off insurance losses for broken stuff. People just take it down and sell it for big discounts instead of throwing it out. I've got it all on a log to go out with the garbage_--."

"I guess I don't need to help on that then," said Tim, looking away.

"It's a good deal," said Fabian. "I'll tell you about it if you want. It's just stuff we're throwing out anyway. No taxes. No limits on what you can make really.  Enough extra money to buy nice things for your dear Gabriella."

Tim wondered for just a second. "She'll be OK," he said. "You don't need to tell me anything."

"OK" said Fabian, shrugging his shoulders. "It's up to you…I've got to go out and help my brother now." Fabian rushed out to the parking lot, while Tim started preparing a new palette for shipping. Tim was thinking he would have to leave this job very soon. 

Fabian came back, and a policeman was behind him with a gun, holding the back of Fabian's neck. "Hey, you…stop! You work with this guy?" the policeman asked, barring Tim's path and confronting Tim with his speech.  

"He's my supervisor," said Tim.

"What do you do here?" the policeman asked.

"Well, we put boxes onto palettes for shipping. Some of it is liquid  substance for garden insects, and a range of other things this company sells."

"You know what he's doing?" 

"When?"  

"Just now…when he was putting those boxes in his car." 

"Something with rejects he pulls aside when we're putting boxes in the trucks."

"Did you know that is against the law? We can take these guys to court."

Fabian said to the policeman. "He's not part of this. He just works for me on the loading dock here." 

"At this stage, I'm taking you to the station," the policeman said to Fabian. "I'm going to charge you with pilfering. You," he said to Tim. "You stay around this workplace, OK?"

The police visited the warehouse later. They were taking all the owners and managers in cars to the police station. Outside, temperature had gone up a few degrees, and the quick rain now left a few steaming puddles.

"We're closing this place down now." The policeman said. "It was just a shell of company anyway, covering for their illegal activities.