Stolen Smile Chapter 2 Cumming over for the weekend
At long last, Friday arrived. As 3pm neared I anxiously watched the clock mounted over the automatic dish sanitizer, it’s face fogged by the nearly nonstop clouds of steam that poured from the monster we named ‘Hobart’. “What burr is up your bonnet?” asked Daniel, our prep cook. “You’ve been clock watching for the last half hour.” “Well, maybe I’m just tired at looking at your ugly ass” I countered with a wink. “Go on, git!” he snapped a dish towel in my direction with a laugh,...