"I saw on the schedule that you are on Sunday and Monday the 12th and 13th. I would be glad to work that Sunday. That would give you a three day weeke...d. If you wanted I could work Monday too. That would mean four days off! What do you say?"Jackie was like a hawk. She moved in closer with each sentence. She had learned the art of peer pressure long ago, and now she worked her magic on Lee Ann Prote knowing she could get her to give up the Sunday quite easily. She didn't really want to work. Sometimes stories have the saying "less is more" tell mewhat you think?Once a year we went on our annual Boys Brigade camp to the isle of wight and as per usual i struggled to find the meagre £25 to go, as my father being of the you want something you earn it so he wouldn`t give me the money, so embarrassingly i had to pay in instalments each week, but never the less i was determined to go as it really was a good week away with my pals.so to make some extra money i decided to do what the scouts. "Well, Mrs. Hines," said Mr. Marshall, the director of personnel, "these are hard times. Recession. Lots of people out of a job. We have more people wanting this single job than you can imagine." But I'm qualified," Veronica protested, leaning forward slightly. "I can do the work. I want to do the work."Mr. Marshall leaned back in his chair, as if seeing her for the first time. His eyes raked over the impudent swell of her tits pushing against the thin blouse under her tweed jacket. He hadn't. This spent shock waves through my body. Who would have ever thought washing dishes would be so exciting. We moved into the den and she put on some light jazz. She lit candles and poured each of us another glass of wine. We sat together on the couch, and I felt her move close to me. I turned my head to look at her and saw her looking directly at me. My heart skipped, and then started to beat fast as I moved closer to her to kiss those lips that excited me so much. Her lips met mine and we.