You'd have to go grab someone from IT, have them help you find and print out the Robinson file originals. By the time you did, the copy center folks w...uld have given up and gone home. And the whole Robinson deal would go right into the toilet. I'd have a new job probably in a week or two. Now, you tell me: would that be ok with you?" He let the question hang in the air. Olivia tried to keep a poker face, but as he described the consequences, she could see a metaphorical crack opening under her. Katelyn didn't want to miss a singleminute with her dad."Sorry," the hostess sympathetically replied. "You know how managementgets when customers aren't served within two minutes of being seated.Just grab the drink orders and let them know another server will betaking over in a few minutes. I'll move Jason to your section." All right," Katelyn sighed. "Thanks."A practiced smile slid across her lips, as Katelyn unconsciously shiftedher order pad in her apron pocket like a gunslinger loosening. I can talk about cable all night long, and I started down a long thread of information-precisely because I loved what was going on. Then, Maddy took her right hand and placed it on my other leg, only much higher up, with her pinky underneath my jean shorts. I moved my body forward to shield her actions from her Mom, who I am sure saw it but just smiled, a faraway smile of lust and mischief. I suspected that Mom and daughter had played this game before. And as I shielded Maddy from her Mom's. As I turned to walk towards the the counter I caught a side glimpse of a older black man. I immediately noticed him staring at me. He had been watching me the entire time.His eye locked onto mines. I instantly figured he had been someone's prison daddy. Some older men in prison had a knack for spottingout the sissies. He probably picked up on my sissified energy. Regardless of the reason, he was directly on point. He had me completely figured out.I began to move quickly towards the register. I.