Joy Trail Raven Raley

Ann is in her early forties, approximately five feet five inches
tall and very well proportioned for her size (34C-23-35), with
beautiful legs, which she takes every opportunity to show off.

After my promotion, Ann became my secretary. Almost immediately
her work habits became sloppy. She was habitually tardy; sick at
least one day per week, etc. After some time had gone by, I
reprimanded her and she promised to do better. After a few months
of excellent work, she slowly slid back to her previous ways,
which were totally out of character, based on my previous
dealings with her. (more…)

Eventually the sky lost all hints of sunlight and the sidewalk tables
emptied one by one, allowing me to rest for a moment as my single remaining
table full of Spaniards engaged itself in an animated conversation, arms
flailing and gesticulating wildly, beer sitting sweating and getting warm.
I looked across the street to the Cafe Italia, with the “I” in “Italia”
blinking on and off as the neon tube went bad, when I caught a glimpse of a
new waitress standing wearily behind the counter slowly counting her tips,
the neon reflected in the display cases of the cafe.