Stockroom
Add to that my boyfriend of six months broke up with me this morning — during a rendezvous in the bathroom at school — and I am one extremely pissed off and horny girl. He didn't even let me finish. I work with my ex-boyfriend's best friend, and up until closing time, I had been doing a pretty good job of avoiding him, mostly by letting my eyes linger on the manager of the front lanes, the thirty-six-year-old Michael. Eric, the Best Friend, works up at the service desk, and when all the...