"You want some cocaine or something," Sam asked."Yeah!" he screams. "Well there's a dealer in Clarksonville, black guy, less they lynched him as well.... Sam joked, "You fixing on being a girl?" I'm not letting you do it," he said, "You butcher!" he said as he hauled his tee shirt part way back on and he couldn't get it over his tits."Look guy, what the hell do you expect for ninety nine dollars," Sam asked, "Anyways you had your quarter hour." "I was fixing on a sex change." he said."You done. She had the most amazing copper coloured hair I have ever seen, a sweet almost triangular face with a sharp chin but the face was dominated by large striking green eyes.I flushed and looked down at the table. God I wish my heart would stop pounding.I gulped down the rest of my coffee and quickly gathered my stuff. I really had to get out of there before I made a fool of myself. As I made my way to the exit I could see her sitting with some friends at a table near the door.I tried hard to keep. Basically, they just circle between obstacles in the middle of a field.Since I’d been an official for years, I was asked if I’d like to help. I helped them while I worked in the office as well, and I knew then what I would have to do. I just had to use the microphone for the spectators and serve coffee to the guests who were sitting next to the mayor. The spectators stood behind a rope around the field. I accepted because I saw this as an opportunity.The big day was coming and I had a plan. I. Mr David insisted all his girls work in a tight black t shirt with the Café name on the back and a tight black skirt preferably above the knee or shorter. He used to say my girls need to look a million dollars. We rarely got family's or women eating in the café it was nearly always men, usually builders. the customers used to always stare at me and the other girls specifically our chests and bottoms as our tight uniforms would draw attention to these areas. sometimes the more confident.