I'm new to this so please be gentle. xx sexichick69
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It was the summer before I went to college. I had just started my very first job down at the local diner waitressing to save up some money to support myself through my freshman year. My town was relatively small, but I made good money, mostly from tips. The old farmers liked my genuine smile and the young men liked my trim figure and how it looked in my tight Moonlight Diner polo. I worked 6 days a week and had little time for a social life. My high school friends were moving on without me, going to parties, shopping, going to see a movie the next town over. They used to invite me along, but after a while they stopped calling. I didn't have a boyfriend, mostly due to the fact that I just didn't have the time. But I enjoyed my job. I liked talking to the customers, seeing the regulars grin when I brought them what they wanted without even taking their order. I was happy with my life.
It was June 27th, the hottest day that summer. My shift had just ended and I was sliding into my car. I slid the key into the ignition, anxious for that first cool blast of air from the vent, but all that came was a grinding sound. I tried again and still, nothing. I smacked the dash and jumped when there was a tap on my window.
"Need some help Brie?" It was Tyler, the cook.
"Maybe... I don't know what's wrong. It worked this morning." He ran a hand through his blond hair and grinned.
"Let's have a look. Pop the hood." I pulled the latch and stepped out of the car. Tyler was bent across the engine tinkering with something. "Looks like your battery wires are frayed. You are going to need a new one."
"How much do those cost?"
"Depends. Could be $60."
"Ugh ok. I guess I better call my dad to come get me."