....another true one
Working at the same café I talked about in 'She Didn't Seem To Mind', I walked in one morning and saw this vision of Kansas, flipping an omlette with long curly hair, a simple cotton dress, and hiking boots on. She had a tooth gaped grin and a very familiar way about her. Everyone took to her immediately and she was hired.
We all came to find out that she was an incredible cook and worker. In addition though, we soon found out that she was quite the drinker. As was the usual in this breakfast/lunch place, only it was that you we're allowed 'A' drink after work. I was a dishwasher and was often the last one there working to watch Lucinda hang out there with the cook, prep cook, exterminator guy,...etc,etc,etc at the counter drinking at times which seemed to me, a case of beer. As I was working, I didn't imbibe. (But at times, I was doing obviously other things as stated in 'She Didn't Seem To Mind'). She was always the longest lasting when it came to the drink thing. It was when I started to look at her.
Lucinda was built like tank and that's no insult. Since it was a local café, and she was a cook working on a hot grill with minimal ventilation, she got to cutting her hair short and wearing next to nothing clothing which revealed her lush figure to the delight of male AND females employees and patrons alike. She would often wear short skirts and dresses in the beginning but then, to my appreciation, she started wearing tank tops and skin tight biker shorts which showed off her magnificent ass,....and I'm not an ass guy! She had smallish but incredible breasts which always poked out of her shirts and always got me going.
To get an insight into her personality, we once got robbed in broad daylight as a guy came in the front door and proceeded to make the waitress/cashier near the door, give her the register drawer in front a full house of 20 tables. Lucinda saw the whole thing and proceeded to hurl a large Tabasco bottle across the dining room and perfectly hit him in the back of the head on his way out the door. He falls face flat on the ground, dropping the register drawer and change sprawling everywhere on the sidewalk. He gets back on his feet and 'scrambles' out, leaving the cash behind. She was hailed as a real hero with applause from the customers and employees alike even though
the cops said, "never do that again, he might have had a gun"
She was like, "Yeah, right! Nobody takes my money!"
At the drunken after work discussions though at the front counter, (remember,..it's them, not me) She would often brag with the cooks and act like 'one of the boys' about riding horses and talk like a cowboy from Kansas which she was. She talked a whole lot of shit about a lot of things, but it was obvious to me that she was a person out of time. If you've never seen a mid-westerner in California before, then it's like a big time culture shock. As we were adults when the moment arose, when we were alone. She would drink and I would work talking and arguing about politics, religeon, our lives etc. As you all know me, I got the conversation turned to sex.
At some point, she fell in love with one of the cooks. She often said that she would never fuck someone if she wasn't in love with them. We both had already discussed our opinions on oral sex. It means everything to me and she said blowjobs didn't mean anything to her. It was like breathing After five years, she finally saw me differently. She was still drinking heavily and still looked awesome. We were still one of a core group of employees.
My brother had flown in from New York to visit for my 50th birthday. On the night before my birthday and the start of 3 days off, she asked what I wanted for my birthday and in my candor,
I said, "a blowjob".