If I do work for any one manager, it is for Mister Moore. Do you have information that contradicts that?" I'll have to look into that. Go thumb in, th...n get to work." He wasn't going to give an inch.He is angry at the implication that his theater is not as clean as it should be. Be careful how you say things, but it is mostly something between him and the other managers.If Angel thought it was tough the day before, going through the process with Mr. Moore hanging over her shoulder, it was. Then we stopped talking for years. In my senior year, I signed up for a drama class, she was in it too.I asked her to the senior prom, she said yes. A few months later, the night arrived. I was looking handsome (I guess), and she was beautiful. On the way to the banquet hall, I had to stop off at my apartment for my cell phone. She was actually impressed that I lived by myself. I wanted to invite her in, but we were running late. We made it just in time. We ate, and slow danced. I wanted to. Oh, it had its share of mass-produced garbage, but it also had odd, truly one-of-a-kind items, and generally served a higher class of customers than its sleazier strip mall cousins.Above the long center counter was a sign.“If you don’t think you’re getting our best price, please ask to speak to Mr. Xu.”In-the-know patrons knew that was not likely to bring them more money, or save them money, depending on whether they were pawning or buying.Even while being unflappably courteous, it was far more. But she hadn't let him do what he really wanted. A girl could make any male stop if she really wanted to. The trouble was half the time she didn't really want to. Even now she was getting damp thinking of that big slick cock and those heavy balls flopping and the way her fingers had slid so easily up and down that dripping prick.It was strange how she could be shocked and disgusted while she was doing it and then later, the memory excited her immensely. She had become so excited just thinking.