Hottie in the Kilt…
My Gramps used to tell me to stop putting the cart before the horse, or the horse before the cart, or… Shit, he was trying to tell me not to get ahead of myself.
Why didn't I listen to him?
My win/win has turned into a nightmare.
The blonde from my first night was ordering pizza every night I was working, and getting more adventurous with her wandering hands.
"Hey Alice?"
"S'up, McKiltster?" Her smug smile makes me want to scream but I figure I've lost enough man points with the…kilt.
"If Mrs. Newton calls up and requests the "Hottie in the kilt" can you tell her I've moved to outer Mongolia or some shit?" My voice rides the line of nonchalant and whiney. If Alice's look is anything to go by, I'd say I'm leaning toward whiney.
Alice laughs at me and smacks me upside the head before adding, "You're a fucking gold mine, kid."
Thanks, Alice.
Sooooo, I LOVE ALICE! Seriously. She's so much fun to mess with. *Sigh* Thanks for reading and reviewing dears!
xoxo
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