Joshua, as said earlier, is a dishwasher, well, almost, he's a dishwasher slash bus-boy. He works at a restaurant owned by Mr. Waterless. Mr. Waterles... was the kind of employer that would infuriate you, the kind of dick that would argue with you if you needed the afternoon off to bury your kid. Yeah, that kind of asshole. Joshua, however, was one of his favorites, as he always showed up early to prep his workstation, clocked in only at the exact time, and stayed until close, regardless of what. "We were led to a high table with high chairs. I climbed up on the chair andimmediately flashed everyone my panties, but quickly covered them up bypulling down my jacket and keeping my legs together. Even though I wasshowing just my thighs, because of my bare legs, I felt naked - wearing noskirt didn't help.There was a huge mirror behind the bar and I could see myself in it. Myjacket was not covering me enough. The edges of my panties were visible andthere was nothing I could do about it or I'd. Her skin was salty and sweet. Her breast was smooth and the pink nipple was surprising to me, it tasted metallic, and smelled like her perfume. She was so feminine, so beautiful, so sexy. It was surreal. Our bodies moved slowly against each other grinding, kissing, feeling, touching, but there was no urgency as there is with a man. When I am with a man, I feel his body and his penis separately. His phallus speaks to me like another entity, throbbing and asking to be held.Her whole entire body. "Why not?" asked Richard."Oh, rich people, you know." He waved vaguely. "Everybody's been real nice though. Silly sometimes but nice." He looked down at the girl's swimsuit he was still wearing. "Nice and silly," he said.Richard grinned. "Silly is easy. You think rich people wouldn't be nice? So, what are you, poor?" Poor as church mice and not much bigger. Barbie and I had dinner earlier tonight, it probably cost a total of a $2.00 what with the salad."Richard stared at him, dumbfounded..