“Oh, great! You’ve got boobs!” She exclaimed, as she stabbed her pointy index finger into my left breast.
I did not see that coming and the gesture took me aback. I was not sure whether to feel violated at the hands of the manager of an internationally branded apparel store, or to feel proud at the remark. I paused momentarily to gather myself together before saying anything.
“So, is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked, my voice wavering slightly, still being in the recovery process.
“Oh, that’s great, honey,” Sheila, the manager chirped, trying to poke my other breast as well. I did a Matrix to sway away from the incoming projectile! “You’re gonna be an instant crowd puller!”
That did not help my confusion. “Ummmm, so, this is good, how?”
“Sweetie, you’ll be in charge of the lingerie section here,” Sheila explained. “Now you wouldn’t want someone without boobs suggesting the overweight, middle aged women that they should be buying. That’s just stupid! You, on the other hand, are perfect for both the boobless and the booby!”
I squirmed at the exaggerated use of the word ‘boob’ in its different forms. Nonetheless, as long as I did not have to deal with men or have any sales targets or anything, I was okay with it.
“I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t get you,” Sheila said, interrupting my train of thought.
“Oh, nothing! I probably was thinking a little loudly!” I replied, sheepishly.
“So, what do you think?”
“Sign me up!” I replied emphatically. “I’ll do it!”
“Wonderful!” Sheila exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air rather exaggeratedly and slid a sheet of paper across the table. “Why don’t you sign here on this contract while I get you the t-shirt you would be wearing while on duty.”
“Great,” I said, beaming.
It was two week...
... middle of paper ...
...g,” he said.
I had, by now hit a wall. Shit, this is it! The boys were at an arm’s length from me when I cringed, closed my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest. “Stay back,” I tried to say, but I don’t think the words left my throat.
I don’t remember how long had passed as I waited for the inevitable grope, but it never came.
“It’s okay, ma’am!” came a booming voice. I strained my eyes open to see the friendly, yet strong face of one of the security officers.
“Huh?” I was confused.
“We’ve handled the drunks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “You’re safe.”
“Why..th...thank you,” I breathed and flung my arms around him and held him tightly. Oh God!
“Uh..okay Ma’am,” the hapless officer said, embarrassed. “It’s okay!” He tried to wriggle free, but I held on.
I waited till the moment passed and till I was convinced that I was not going to pass out before I let go.
“So…” His harsh voice started, sizing me up thoroughly. “You’re the institution’s golden boy eh, some mid-twenty something greenhorn coming in and telling us how to do our jobs without a single day of patrol under his belt!” “Twenty-two actually sir.” I replied blankly.
These three girls were wearing bathing suites that caught the attention of everyone in the store. In this small town such apparel is unacceptable to the residents. Sammy observes their bathing suites, their hair, and their bodies as they walk through the store. He becomes lustful of the leader of the girls and gives her the nickname “Queenie”. Sammy goes into detail feeling faint describing her breast like two smooth scoops of vanilla. The girls flow through the store going against the normal traffic to get a jar of herring snacks. Queenie leading the way arrives at Sammy’s register to check
I breathed out, realizing that I had been holding my breath for a long time. I brought Sohrab closer to me and to my surprise, he leaned his head against my shoulder. He didn’t flinch with discomfort.
I blinked rapidly and bit my lip, looking around nervously. He was going to sweet talk me to stay. I let out another scream. "Too many people!" I said and clung tightly to his stiff body.
“Relax, sir.” She took a long pause. “Oh Ms. Monticello, she is in the ICU, that’s on the fifth floor. You can wait for her up there but she can’t have visitors yet. I’ll notify the doctor you are here. You’re the boyfriend right?” She seemed way too friendly to deal with people in my situation.
“You’re going to be the prettiest girl on the dance floor.” She said softly in my ears.
“Fine.” The officer gave a crude explanation of how to get to the precinct, but it would suffice. Verdin tossed him a now rather damp, but hefty enough to suffice sack of coins.
"We need to speak with you and your husband Miss." The police officer says getting their attention.
“Eva, I need to get some information from you.” Frankie slides an A4 sized folder with a pen clipped to it, filled with forms, across the table.
“I want to you to look to your right,” he instructed his class, and thrust his arm in my direction. I flushed bright red. “I want you to look at her. Everyone here saw her at testing, and everyone here saw her fail. It is always hard to fail a testing, but to have the guts and the courage to come and watch everyone who passed when she didn’t, that is impressive. That is true black belt character. I hope everyone comes to watch and cheer for her at the next testing.”
I stopped looking back from where I sat. And, I thought about getting up and dragging myself away. I wanted to shake my head. My heart was telling me to stay, if only a little longer. The person I waited for would come, they had to. My head was telling me to move along, and I listened to my head.
clutching at me - but I wasn't holding him out, I was slipping in with
“Do you hear that?” whispered Ethan, suddenly afraid. I did. Someone was coming up the stairs.
“Stop.” She seemed oddly calm for once. “Get over here.” I was confused. What was happening? Did I do something wrong?
“We shouldn’t have come this way. I better get my butt home before I get in trouble,” mumbled knowing it was dangerous.