“Don’t worry about it, dear. This is just a setback, and it’s not your fault. You’ve still got a job, don’t worry. So do all the other girls once I get up and running again. First thing tomorrow I want you to call and tell them all that. I don’t know how many will be willing to come back and work here eventually, but let them know how much I value them, especially Desiree.”
“You got it, boss.” Shera’s sobbing is tapering off into sniffles. “Is there anything else you want me to do?”
“Yeah: bring me Orosco’s freak-d**k and balls so I can put them through a meat grinder.”
Shera gives a blubbery chuckle at this. Sighing, I decide to dismiss her.
“No, dear, I can handle it from here. You can go home and go back to bed. Thanks for calling me, girl. You did the right thing.”
A lump rises in
