The last class of the week on Friday afternoon was her,s and my fellow students just said ah well the weekend starts early and never turned up, so it ...as just Mrs Cameron and me .Well anyways this continued for a few weeks, until one Friday she said , shall we give them 10 minutes, and then have a early weekend , starting with me treating you to a coffee, oh yes please, I would like that .So 10 minutes came ,and she said just follow me , we walked to her car , I enquired were are we going , oh. “I only finished work at midnight.”“It’s ten am,” came the brusque reply.My eyes opened in surprise, and I stared blearily at the clock on my bedside table. The digital read-out said 9:58.“Oh fuck. Can’t get there for eleven. Make it twelve.”“Soon as you can after eleven,” came the reply.I just grunted my assent. I wasn’t a morning person. Not voluntarily.“Thank you my love,” said my agent cheerily.“Sod off Sharon,” I muttered, but she just laughed and hung up.Sharon Acorn was my agent. She was. The tray had spilled over the woman. She had complained to the manager about his incompetence, demanded to have her dinner comped, and a gift certificate for dinner at a future time. He’d had to pay for all of that.Another waitress spoke about a family in which the teenage girl had believed she was royalty, as a result of her father calling her ‘Princess.’ The girl had ordered the most expensive item on the menu. When asked about her preference in salad dressing, the girl began telling her. They are the wildest dad and daughter I have ever met. I knew they would be fucking by the time I backed out of the driveway. I ran to the store and picked up some potatoes and milk for them and when I got back he must have just pulled his cock out of her pussy because it was still sloppy wet and gaping. I helped peel potatoes and they were teasing and flirting the whole time. He splashed milk on her big right tit and sucked on her hard nipple and she leaned back to give him easy access. He.