“Oh, right. Guess you’re on the clock.”“I am indeed.” I laughed, calm as ever.“Well, whatever. Pick the better one. Meatball or veggie. Pu... swiss and ranch on it. Maybe some lettuce. I’m good to go.” she flusteredly finished. “One meatball, swiss, ranch and maybe lettuce… What bread? Want it toasted?”“Yes, toasted. Toast it before you put the lettuce on. And I dunno, white. Whatever the simplest bread is.” She flashed me a smile. “Thanks, Aaron.”I completed her order and we moved to the end of. As it stood, Aroha had been escorted to the train, put on it, told not to be stupid around strangers and that she'd be collected at the Taumaranui station. Not that her parents had been particularly happy about it, but that was more to do with what else was going on in her Whanau (pronounced 'far no', meaning family or extended family) and her poroheahea (idiot, fool, blockhead, numbskull, halfwit, nincompoop, twit, nitwit, wally, dope, peabrain, moron, OK, OK, you get the meaning). My excrements covering my pink cat shaped covers. The old man smiled and whispered in my ear I will take out our panties if you promise you will do exactly as I say, or else I will beat you so hard you wont be able to scream for a week. His breath was disgusting and I noticed some of his teeth were rotten black. I nodded and he took out the gag. He smiled at me and kissed me hard probing my young mouth with his tongue as he took the small spoon and scooped out his white juice and mixed it up. It had been going on since she'd reached puberty and she'd learned to ignore them.Truth is, you would have to either be gay or blind not to be dazzled by Sharon Schalke.She was tall, with a regal bearing, and a body that was filled to just the right proportions in just the right places, and not a hair more.But as stunning as her body was, it paled in comparison to her face. She was simply gorgeous, with big brown eyes, an unobtrusive nose, and a slightly larger than average mouth, framed by.