I was just a few months from my eighteenth birthday. Times were tough back then so if you were not helping with the family business, or teaching the little ones, or minding the home, then you were working. I'd been hired on as a barmaid at the tavern in town.
Hmmm... I like the idea of you in a simple corset showing off cleavage with a barmaid's dress while serving drinks.
Hush. You want to hear this or not?
Sorry...
Well, you aren't far from the truth in what I wore back in those days. I'd been working as a barmaid, or 'tavern wench' as Americans nowadays like to put it, since I was sixteen. Two years running and I'd managed to keep the gentlemen off of me and out of my bed. Granted, I got the occasional pinch, poke, and fondle, but nothing more than that. There was a boy that I'd fan
