Welcome dear readers, I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoy writing it.
Let me tell upfront that this is a long story and that's the reason I decide to publish it in parts. Also want you to know that there is some real long buildup. So anyone looking for some quick sex must be disappointed. I hope you find it worth reading till the end.
I really want to thank Old naked dad for editing the story. I know how much effort he put into it to make it presentable.
As this is my first submission so there might be some mistakes and I apologize for that upfront. Any suggestions or any comment is appreciated coz I believe that will help me to Improve only.
Happy reading.
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Chapter 1
"Hey! Watch out!" the teenage brunette snaps at me.
I nearly bumped into her while leaving the department store, where I work.
I should apologize but I have no time for being social
and storm towards the nearest bus stop.
I am already running late.
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During the weekdays, afternoons are always slow, especially when it is nearing the month's end. So we have some spare time on our hands and, after my lunch break, I see the owner, Mrs. Thompson, approaching my counter with a smile on her face. I know what is coming because she already mentioned the upcoming party and the new dress she ordered from a nearby boutique.
I have a quick look at my colleagues and find Bethany (Beth) nearly dragging her body along, with her lunchbox, towards the small storeroom where we generally have our lunch. She is in her mid-forties, has worked here for more than twenty years and, with every passing year, she is becoming slower and slower at the same, monotonous job.
Stephanie (Steph) and Laurence (Laura) are behind their respective counters but they are too busy to look up. Both of them are teenagers who are always busy with their cell phones. I don't think Mrs. Thompson has much faith in them because they are always so drowned into the social media thing, that they might actually forget about the dress and come back empty handed.
At the farthest counter, Angelina (Angie) is checking her looks in the small mirror she always carries with her. I don't think Mrs. Thompson is ever going to ask her because she needs at least a half of an hour to touch-up her make-up before she walks out of the store.
So, I am the one she chooses every time she needs some help. Being a cashier, it is not my immediate job description, except for 'and other duties as required', to fetch the dress for her but I can't say no to the request of the old lady. I still feel grateful to her as she is also one of the people who helped me during the days when I needed it the most.
I check the time on my watch, it is still a half an hour before my shift ends and the boutique is only two blocks away from the store. So, without wasting any time, I set off as soon as possible, hoping I can get back before my shift ends but it doesn't go as I'd planned. At the boutique, I am told to wait for a few minutes as they need to iron the dress and then pack it properly for delivery.
Almost twenty-five minutes later when they hand over the package to me, it is already past the end of my shift. I rush back as soon as possible, give the package to Mrs. Thompson, collect my bag before I go out of the shop and storm towards the bus stop.
I've been waiting for the bus for almost fifteen minutes and I'm not sure what to do. Taking a cab is one of the options, for sure, but it is tough for me to afford one, now. I hope I can get onto the next bus, somehow, and pray to God to keep the traffic to a minimum. I don't want to be late when it comes to Meghan.
Chapter 2
My wishes and prayers don't go to complete waste as I'm able to get onto the next bus and there isn't much traffic on the road. When I check my watch, again, I find that I am late by only five minutes and, though I am sweating and don't have much gas left in me, I decide to wrap up the remaining distance as fast as possible.
"Cotton Candy!" Billy calls out as I take the final turn.
He is another reminder that the final bell has already rung for the day and the kids are out of school already. I see her before her eyes find me and my heart skips a beat.
We had a conversation a few days prior, after I was late due to a massive car accident on the road, and it was decided she would remain inside the gate of the school until she saw either me, or her granny, waiting outside and she obeyed the rule.
She looks a little sad, or maybe worried, as her eyes keep roaming from one person to another until she finds me, then her eyes light up! With a big smile, she jump-skips the stairs and runs towards me. I bend down to pick her up, as always, but Meg has different ideas. Only a foot or two away from me, she launches herself onto my body.
I am still huffing and puffing and Meg, not being one of the skinny seven year olds, nearly knocks me over. In fact, I am knocked back a step or two but somehow manage to stay standing. I am completely awestruck by the act and Meg starts giggling, enjoying the shocked expression on my face.
"Meghan!"
The giggling stops as she knows that when I call her Meghan, instead of Meg, there is something serious that is about to be discussed. She also knows that it is her action that will be under the hammer so she makes her best puppy face, hoping it will help to keep it minimal. Watching her facial expressions change in seconds, I am finding it difficult not to laugh but I hold on to the firm voice.
"Meghan Jones, you are a big girl now! You should know how to behave in public!"
Meg is still holding on to her puppy face, expecting a quick escape, but she is not looking into my eyes. Her head is down and her eyes are rooted to the ground, waiting for me to continue. I am not angry at her, just a little surprised by her mischief and, besides, she looks so funny that I really had to try my best not to laugh out loud. So I cut it short.
"Do you understand?" I ask.
