After three girls and no boys, I guess he had enough, so while my name is Frances, he immediately started calling me ‘Franc’. My mom said he would...’t let me wear hand-me-down clothes from my sisters because he didn’t want me in pink. Greens and yellows were okay, but he wanted at least the illusion of having a boy even if it wasn’t a reality until Bobby was born three years later. I’m convinced that if Bobby hadn’t been born, I never would have owned a dress.”Everyone chuckled at Frances’. She seems a really friendly girl, but I guess you have to be to do her job. We chat on and off when she isn’t busy serving. The wine is flowing nicely and I’m enjoying her company a lot. Unfortunately the ambiance is shattered by an absolutely wasted guy trying to chat me up, and when he’s not trying to chat me up, his eyes are all over my legs. I feel uncomfortable, as he leans in closer to me and continues his desperate attempt to pull me. Unfortunately, even if he wasn’t drunk, he still. I take the paper bag and pull it over my head. Now I’m a princess and I hear the sound of him tearing the condom wrapper. I smile behind my shield of brown paper.The air in the room is cold, but his hands are colder when he gropes at my chest. He pushes me back against the counter. I bite my lip and I prop myself up. He reaches between my legs.It’s funny how I once thought I was vulnerable.“It’s better when you say something,” I say.“Yeah,” he says, moving his hands, spreading my thighs, his. I could also sense that Holly agreed with me there. This wasn't constant attention, more like taking turns, as we had a shop to run, after all."What the fuck?" James shouted as he came to, trying to break through his bonds, "Where am I?" Never you mind that. Now, listen up, sport. This isn't a permanent or lifestyle thing, buster. You're so not my type. However, until we release you, you're our prisoner. Consider it a citizen's arrest. After all, you broke into my shop and disrupted my.