They hung from hooks and stands or were crammed into baskets stacked against the walls. There was hardly room to swing a cat. A quick glance around re...ealed that mother wasn’t there. That was good. She’d reminded me twice about mending that dress. The gown in question was hanging on a hook near the door. It was a beautiful garment. Fashioned from intricately embroidered white lace, layered over pale pink, pure silk petticoats, it looked like a tainted wedding gown. It was one of many. I would not only be fired, but reprimanded by management before I left? Shit. I could just leave, not come back. I grabbed my purse and prepared for the worst as I pressed the top floor button on the elevator. I was flushed, my heart was racing and I was walking into an even more humiliating situation. How many higher-ups knew about this? Shit, shit, shit.When the elevator door opened, an older uptight woman with graying hair stood up from behind her desk and waved me to a door. She looked me. When the cooking was nearly done, they sat down to devour the thin, brown cakes, licking their fingers and murmuring.Finally, Maria looked up and pushed her plate away. “Okay, you two, when are you two going to have your first double date?”Andy looked up, amazed. “Mom! Gimme a break! I haven’t even asked anyone.”“What about you, Patti?” Maria asked. Vern shook his head.“No, Mom. I haven’t done a thing.”Maria leaned back in her chair and reached for a pad of paper on the counter. Her robe gaped. ? ?Could be.? Monica said. She continued, pointing under the table. ?Andrew, lay down on your back with your head here and your feet in that direction away from us?. I lay down with my head in front of her chair, her feet right above me. All I could see was feet and legs encased in dark nylon. I kept on massaging. Monica stuck her other foot into my mouth, wiggling her toes against my tongue. ?I do feel sweaty, though.? Monica told Catherine. ?I fell asleep while making out with Morgan.? ?Oh,.