“Cheeky cow!”
“Carol. Cream cakes if you please. You’ll f**k if the price is right. You got it in your eyes Dulce.”
Having dashed to the shop during Monique’s lunch break to warn her, I later heard all about it from an excited Francais. How the manager had reduced her to tears, made her bend over his desk and drop her pants. He told her how disappointed he was, and that he was sorry it had come to that. She could feel his tension, smell his sweat, and hear her own heartbeat as he slowly opened a drawer and removed a thirty two inch cane. He flexed it before her, making her watch, forcing her to feel it. All the while the bulge in his trousers grew bigger. She had no surety that Ray would turn up, her nerves shredded.
It was understood {Ray caught her before closing}, she would have to s
