Just that fantastic tingling feeling. She planned on asking her uncle why there had been no pain.But he wasn't there when she reported for work.Dave, ... college kid who wore the name tag "assistant manager" because it made him feel older, told her what to do, even though she'd been working there longer than he had."Where's my uncle?" she asked, plaintively."He's at a trade show. They're unveiling a bunch of new flavors and some new cones and stuff like that." said Dave."How will I get my. Although he suspected his little buddy bud had a sense of humor and sometimes played little tricks.Steve had to pry open the automatic doors to the store, even he could smell the heavy scent of fruit starting to rot as he got the door to budge enough to slip inside. Buddy led the way to the water isle, and after Steve had taken a good load of H2o he sent Buddy off to find a bowl. “Go fetch your bowl, buddy, good boy.” Buddy was back inside of five minutes with an actual dog-food bowl, a dish. One night, as Sarah was dancing a small group of men came in. None looked familiar to me and they were average type businessmen looking for a good time while in town. Sarah did her number and as she was leaving they tried to talk to her. She walked by and paid little or no attention to them. She came out and sat at the bar waiting for her next turn at dancing. One of the men came up to her and they started to talk. Soon he motioned to his friends and they all came over around her. I was a bit. . I'mfree this evening."She reaches me and slings the towel around my neck, "Not any moresweetheart, this place is a tip and I need a maid... I'm sure I canscrounge up a uniform from somewhere. You can be my maid for a night, andI'll stop you being a maid for life. Sound like a deal?" Oh yes Mistress Thorne," I gasp excited. "That would be wonderful."She smiles, "Good. Now.. I need to change and shower. I hope my breakfastwill stay warm.."She drags the towel of my shoulders and walks back to.