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CHAPTER 2

Ok, I'm glad you asked that question. Look, Carroll, my supervisor, told me about two days ago, on the real." That, it will be about another month. Listen, Okay? The store manager Tony, is getting married and my supervisor, MS. SHAW is going to be promoted. And, Carroll," guest who's first in line, for a step on the ladder?

"STOP KATHY?" Don't tell me, that your big break is finally coming around girl.

" Yes, it is Carroll." If, I continue to be on time...Besides, I know that my work speaks for itself you hear what I'm saying.

Carroll replies, " Hit the rock on that note winch?"

That real talk, though Carroll. Regardless of my promotion!" I'm, more than sure, that you have the job, and it's right up your alley. And to be on the real bitch. Even though, with this situation, if and when it occurs. Know, "that when it happens, and you're hired." Look, we are going to challenge the store's world, with a damn, hint of my sense of categorizing things.

" What do you mean by that Kathy?"

Carroll," Ms. Shaw has a few of my displayed arrangements and she's told me, that all of my existing, "fashion power", would become "UNIVERSAL" when she becomes manager girl. Nonetheless, the store's well-being will be under her complete control.

KATHY, being anxious from her own words, then reaches for a pack of crackers, from a little weaved basket on the table. Next, in an instant, her purse drops off the arm of her chair. Turning, she then reaches down to pick it up. Meantime, she moans in a unique, sheer delight of ecstasy, no doubt, just sitting there like a statue, eyes locked in limbo. Suddenly, she then slowly points forward. "Hell, stop me before I fall from cloud nine as of this second!"

Carroll looks upon her now worried and replies, "I knew it, this bitch done lost it." Kat, why the hell are you talking stupid like that for; "WHAT'S UP?"

"LOOK- -LOOK OUT THERE, BITCH!"

Carroll then turns from her command in response. Next, looking over her right shoulder. Thus, she sees two men in construction workers' uniforms passing by in the window. Immediately, the speakers above their heads now play. Bobby Mc Ferran's "Don't worry be happy " in instrumental tones, calming this establishment guest. Although laughing among themselves, both men enter the place. Afterward, they walk toward the area where Kathy and Carroll are sitting.

Commonly now, Carroll is eyeing the one she previously stalked from the start. Hastily, Kathy then kicks her.

"Ouch-Dammit!" Girl, I know you did lose your damn mind, Kat.
But I do feel where you're at with yours right now bitch.

A vibe of sexual bliss is shared between them. Yet, Carroll being the naughtier of the two, moves like a fallen leaf, from the tree. While, now lowers her stare to one of the men, who has muscles popping out of his shirt. Her eyes are on lock, looking at his butt. She then bites her lip.

Now Carroll, winch, you are nothing but a cheap wet blanket. Plus, you're an involved woman slinky.

" Kathy-Kathy, calm yourself, girl?" And " LISTEN UP OK!" Look, I have one for that empty dome of yours. Listen, each man has his pants and needs, as well as the use of the opposite sex. So, "if I'm a cheap slot machine then." Let me pull the handle down on his fine chocolate ass, "and hit me a jackpot!"

That's a shame, Carroll. " Now, I see what's your philosophy, as well, its morals to the fullest."

" Don't hat Kat, get what's yours, to begin with." And that is Carroll's play. And Girl, they all say that we're supposed to be at home. Yes, no doubt, barefoot and pregnant. But me being the DIVA that I am, " I will not comply with these times of old." Kathy, I'm just like a toll bridge winch. Look, to penetrate the water's surface, one has to.