Since that was a little farther away than her place, 'go' meant driving. And since a French dinner wouldn't be a French dinner without wine, 'driving'...meant calling a cab.When the cab had driven off, and the door had closed behind us, without switching on the lights, I take her shoulder in my hand and say "Tell me what you really want. What you usually wouldn't dare ask at a first time. What you wouldn't tell your friends about. What you really, really want. Tell me." She just stands there for. Then we were clutching, rubbing, kissing like crazypeople. I wanted to throw Angela on the floor and fuck herthere. She would have enjoyed it and so would I. But makinglove to Angela was to be savored, not rushed.I cupped her warm buttocks in both my hands and carried herto the shower. I turned it on to a preset, pleasanttemperature, then toted her into its warm stream."Thomas, Oh, Thomas," she moaned. "Not yet, I have to peevery badly."I kissed her, licking her pallet with my tongue.. So I hired her to work the till and do some sales for a while. Cute girls behind the counter never hurt sales. But after a few months I was through. She was terrible! She had no energy and she didn't like helping customers at all, so she was very slow in dealing with them and she gave half hearted smiles that were totally see through. Sales went down on her shifts and truth be told, I didn't care how big her tits were, I would have fired her within the first 30 days when this all became. It took me half anhour to get dry and changed into a fresh uniform I was now running an hourlate for work.Once my shift finally got underway I began to change the patients linenand cleaning everything up. By the time I was finished it was earlyafternoon and the rain had cleared up. The sun was bright and the sky wasbright blue in complete contrast to how the day had started.I went to collect one of the patients from the communal area. Iris gottired very easily and need to rest frequently. After.