As Vicki handled the purchases, he talked to the customers. It was a quick ten minutes of business, but it had added about twenty dollars to the day�...s sales. Once the line had disappeared, he went back to work on the pizza dough.As the machine kneaded the dough, he thought about the morning rush. He felt that he could actually double the sales if he found something that people would buy to complement their coffee. He wondered if they would like blueberry muffins. He’d have to investigate that. It was a gloomy day and cold, so I figured their wouldnt be too many people out. I know of a spot that has some trails. Its usually doesnt have many visitors during the summer months, so I figured their really wouldnt be anyone out hiking or jogging at this time of year. I decided I needed to wear a pair of my new pantyhose outside and take pics and maybe a vid. I put on a pair of pantyhose and a dress. i then put a shirt and a pair of pants over them. I wrapped my high heels in a towel inside. I quickly pulled my hand back and tried to hide the flush of shame and self-hate that filled my face. I never tried to touch her again.Back at the bar, Celeste and I got stinking drunk over the next four hours. Beers and shots and slammers, empty glasses accumulating on the bartop. Money ran out before desire to consume more did, and I helped her to my car, taking her keys with me. I didn’t want her driving, even though I was in no condition to drive myself. With typical male macho thinking, I. It also helped that he was good looking, in an average Joe kind of way. He was 6’4 with a little extra around the middle, but not much. He had brown eyes like his sister and dark brown hair that he had grown out into a ponytail, one of the few odd things about him that by now no one really questioned. Sometimes the different girls in their full group would either convince him or have his sister convince him to let them play with his hair, so long as they didn’t take it too far. Being the softy.