You and I could work here and there still wouldn't be enough help. Wouldn't it be fun if we knew all of the customers by their first names like Bertha...does?"I was getting more and more interested as Roxy talked. She was much more at ease with people than I was, men especially. I had worked in a stockroom with very little interaction with other people. I could learn to be friendly by watching the way Bertha treated the patrons.When Bertha came by with our check, I asked, "Customers are about all. I decided to just be free, play willingly, and allow myself to enjoy this very fortunate situation. ‘Yes.’ ‘Okay, truth or dare?’ She asked me in a sexy, feminine voice as she looked at me with her sexy bedroom eyes. ‘Truth.’ ‘What have you done sexually?’ she asked. ‘I guess nothing really.’ I had actually done a little, but mostly with my friends at sleepovers while playing similar games, most notoriously the nervous game. ‘But you’re so cute, and you have a big cock. You need to plow. “Oh, that’s right. He seems different, he not like the other boys you’ve talked to.” She said. “That’s what I said.” Haylee said while she laughed. I couldn’t stop thinking about him at all and I loved that we kept texting each other the whole time until he told me that he was going to have to go since he was flying home. And of course I promised to tell him when I got home too. Anyway, he did call me when he got home right when we checked into our hotel for the night and I didn’t sleep at all. Then I’d get it for wearing a turban too, I’d be a triple threat and have to memorize even more talking points to throw back at bigoted idiots who didn’t listen anyway.I frowned slightly.Okay, I was okay with death being a vast void, but I kind of expected my consciousness to cease. I didn’t exactly want to spend forever doing nothing. Then I realized the alternative was utter oblivion and ... wait, shit. No, no, no, that was way worse. Scratch what I said, any cosmic forces out there. Floating.