Sally was an attractive young lady with very white skin, dark brown hair that fell with a weeping luster to her shapely shoulders, and, according to Megan, “that petite big-titty look you guys like so much.”
Mister Glen was sure he had found the perfect courtesy counter girl. Sally was performing well in all of her assigned tasks, working for Mister Glen, his wife, and his daughter, in their family run food market.
Megan was training Sally. At the end of her first week, on pay day, Sally left the store on her lunch break. I will let Megan take it from here.
I don’t know where she went—probably across the street into the alley—but when she came back she was obliterated! That girl could not even stand up. She was weaving in front of courtesy, and then, bam! She fell out. Mister Glen shuffled over, picks her up, and carries her into the office. Now she’s laid out nodding and mumbling like fiends do while Mrs. Glen and the daughter look on.
The daughter tells me, “Search her purse for drugs”—a big bag-like purse.
I’m like, “I better not get pricked with a needle.”
I open her bag and bag after bag of Crystal Farms shredded cheese comes spilling out, and I said, “Well, she’s got dairy issues.”
Mister Glen was hot. He said, “We don’t need this here. Get her out of here. Put her on the bus stop down the way.”
His daughter was like, “No Dad, we could be liable. We have to call her an ambulance.”
So the fire truck gets there before the ambulance and she’s a hot mess, nodding, drooling, blouse up to here, titties flopping out, and she sees these cute fireman and that’s all she wrote, “Oh aren’t you cute! You can check me out anytime,” blah, blah, I’m a ho-bag dope-fiend bitch, blah.
So that’s all about Sally—quite a lady.
