“I love you. You're my best friend in the world. It’s just that..”
“It’s just, you want to know what he’s doing with me , right?”
“You’re cute and all. It’s just the guy seems like he could be with a model. I mean a famous model. The guy is gorgeous and tough.”
“Yeah, he is,” I said, trailing off, and looking out the window.
“Oh quit fantasizing,” Tara snapped me back into reality.
“I’ve just got to go for it. Ya know?”
“You’ve gotta go for it, Honey,” she agreed. I couldn’t believe it, Tara was finally agreeing with me on something.
Now, since she had put me down, she had to let me borrow her nanny cam. It was the camera that they got when she and Rodney first started going out on dates after the baby came. Tara was so worried that the babysitter would not treat her little angel well, that she set up a spy cam. Now that little Bill was 14 months, Tara wasn’t so paranoid anymore and the nanny cam was never used.
I walked into my midnight shift, at Ben’s Food Mart, 5 minutes early for once. I couldn’t wait. As soon as Barbara, the 2nd cashier, left at 1, I got Tara’s tiny nanny cam setup behind a shelf of drink mixes and pointed it at the beer section. Next, I slipped five different single bottles of beer out of five different six packs. Kenny would have a meltdown. I reconsidered and put 2 pack. I didn’t want to make it too obvious.
I unbuttoned all 3 buttons on my work polo, and waited at my register for the psycho to call me to aisle 8.
It was a slow night, and by 3:30am, I began to get worried that my plan would not work. I hadn’t seen or heard from Kenny for hours. I had almost all my cleaning and stocking duties around the front of the store done. Where was he?
By 4:30, I realized he must be sound asleep. This was my last night at Ben’s, I had to make this work. I went in the stockroom, at the rear of the store. It was the place I used to fear the most. The place I used to hold my pee, and not drink any water all night, so I wouldn’t have to go. I banged the bathroom door closed going in and banged it again going out. Sure enough, on the way back down the hall from the bathroom he peeked his sleepy eyes out of his office. He didn’t say a word to me, he just looked right at my unbuttoned shirt. He was awake now.
5 minutes later, he whined, “April! Aisle 8.” It was now or never. I quickly grabbed my little handbag next to my register, took out my pink lipstick, and laid it on thick.
“April,” he said to me as I walked into his web. His eyes took me in, the lipstick and the cleavage, and I could see his anger change to lust. “You’re at it again.”
“What’s that?” I played dumb. I stopped in front of him. He stared down at my open shirt.
His breath was as foul as the pervy look on his face. His eyes, behind thick glasses, rose off my breasts, and looked up to my lips. “What’s wrong, April. Have I not been paying enough attention to you?” He reached out to touch my cheek. I pushed his hand away.
“Don’t touch me,” I said and promptly forgot all about the nanny cam as I got scared.
“Really?” he said, and with a couple of moves he had me somewhat trapped against some cases of beer. He looked both ways down the aisle. “I don’t think that tourist is going to save you tonight.”
“Kenny, leave me alone or I’ll tell Ben that you sexually harassed me,” I blurted.
“Fuck Ben,” Kenny hissed. “That old bastard doesn't know what the hell is going on.”
“Oh really?” I said remembering the nanny cam all of the sudden.
“I’ve been ripping off that old bastard for years, and there’s nothing that you,” he reached toward my breast, “can do about it.” His hand cupped the outside, under part of my breast. He brought his hand up to feel its weight, just as I brought my knee up as hard as I could into his
“It’s just, you want to know what he’s doing with me , right?”
“You’re cute and all. It’s just the guy seems like he could be with a model. I mean a famous model. The guy is gorgeous and tough.”
“Yeah, he is,” I said, trailing off, and looking out the window.
“Oh quit fantasizing,” Tara snapped me back into reality.
“I’ve just got to go for it. Ya know?”
“You’ve gotta go for it, Honey,” she agreed. I couldn’t believe it, Tara was finally agreeing with me on something.
Now, since she had put me down, she had to let me borrow her nanny cam. It was the camera that they got when she and Rodney first started going out on dates after the baby came. Tara was so worried that the babysitter would not treat her little angel well, that she set up a spy cam. Now that little Bill was 14 months, Tara wasn’t so paranoid anymore and the nanny cam was never used.
I walked into my midnight shift, at Ben’s Food Mart, 5 minutes early for once. I couldn’t wait. As soon as Barbara, the 2nd cashier, left at 1, I got Tara’s tiny nanny cam setup behind a shelf of drink mixes and pointed it at the beer section. Next, I slipped five different single bottles of beer out of five different six packs. Kenny would have a meltdown. I reconsidered and put 2 pack. I didn’t want to make it too obvious.
I unbuttoned all 3 buttons on my work polo, and waited at my register for the psycho to call me to aisle 8.
It was a slow night, and by 3:30am, I began to get worried that my plan would not work. I hadn’t seen or heard from Kenny for hours. I had almost all my cleaning and stocking duties around the front of the store done. Where was he?
By 4:30, I realized he must be sound asleep. This was my last night at Ben’s, I had to make this work. I went in the stockroom, at the rear of the store. It was the place I used to fear the most. The place I used to hold my pee, and not drink any water all night, so I wouldn’t have to go. I banged the bathroom door closed going in and banged it again going out. Sure enough, on the way back down the hall from the bathroom he peeked his sleepy eyes out of his office. He didn’t say a word to me, he just looked right at my unbuttoned shirt. He was awake now.
5 minutes later, he whined, “April! Aisle 8.” It was now or never. I quickly grabbed my little handbag next to my register, took out my pink lipstick, and laid it on thick.
“April,” he said to me as I walked into his web. His eyes took me in, the lipstick and the cleavage, and I could see his anger change to lust. “You’re at it again.”
“What’s that?” I played dumb. I stopped in front of him. He stared down at my open shirt.
His breath was as foul as the pervy look on his face. His eyes, behind thick glasses, rose off my breasts, and looked up to my lips. “What’s wrong, April. Have I not been paying enough attention to you?” He reached out to touch my cheek. I pushed his hand away.
“Don’t touch me,” I said and promptly forgot all about the nanny cam as I got scared.
“Really?” he said, and with a couple of moves he had me somewhat trapped against some cases of beer. He looked both ways down the aisle. “I don’t think that tourist is going to save you tonight.”
“Kenny, leave me alone or I’ll tell Ben that you sexually harassed me,” I blurted.
“Fuck Ben,” Kenny hissed. “That old bastard doesn't know what the hell is going on.”
“Oh really?” I said remembering the nanny cam all of the sudden.
“I’ve been ripping off that old bastard for years, and there’s nothing that you,” he reached toward my breast, “can do about it.” His hand cupped the outside, under part of my breast. He brought his hand up to feel its weight, just as I brought my knee up as hard as I could into his
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