" But really? Georgina wasdetermined and seemed unscrupulous. If she thought that discrediting mein the kitchen would serve her purposes, what were...my chances? I tookanother gulp of gin.While I was reflecting on these thoughts, the door to the bar opened,and a white-haired man ambled in, waving as he did so to the two rou?sin the window seat. He wore an ill-fitting tweed jacket and a pair ofcrumpled flannels that had seen better days. Both garments looked as ifthey had been bought for. "You know, you make a good candyman."Then she trotted away as many before her, and millions after her as my candy-van grew into a truck, and then a nice, good, pretty shop and then lots of shops; now, I take my ten bucks from inside a closed building of glass and concrete and a view to kill for. But I never forgot her, one sharp, distinct thread in the confused weaves of my mind, a single sword fought every so often to come out and raze down everything I've become.I've always been good with. The smile on your face tells me you must have. Her hand drops below the table and slides up my thigh. She lifts my skirt and I spread my legs just enough for you to see. Her fingers are lightly trailing up and down my thighs. You can tell that I am getting wetter and wetter with her touch. My nipples are hard and poking through my tank top. I have to resist the urge to pinch them. Her finger lightly brushes over my pussy and my body visibly shutters. I glance over in your direction and can tell. Sliding the bleeding body down the trolley to the next station, Kim and Cindy both focused on the unit to see what had gone wrong. Apparently one of the blade mounts had not been as tight as it was supposed, and had been slightly out of alignment. Thus the scissor action was not as focused as it should have been. Additionally, the air pressure was dropped to eighty pounds instead of the one hundred fifty during the slice, meaning that blades did not have the force they should have."Well, my.