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"Miss Sassy? How you come up with this place?" Morgan Hastings, a bone-thin blonde asked.
Daisy held her hand over the flat top griddle to verify the temperature was right for her hand formed patties of ground chuck. She would wait until the first patty was dropped onto the grill before turning on the very noisy exhaust fan.
The fry baskets were ready to be dunked into the hot oil; Daisy used one vat for French fries and the other vat for onion rings. The morbidly obese salesman that had sold her the restaurant equipment had told the new restaurant owner she would only need one vat but Daisy preferred to use one vat for each batch. She'd been a patron at restaurants where they used only one vat and she knew the tastes could cross-contaminate other foods.
"How did I come up with this place?" Daisy asked, turning to see her waitresses.
Facing the small window that separated the kitchen from the service bay, Daisy saw Morgan, Isabella Underhill, a beautiful mixed race girl, Bryanna Tooms, a voluptuous blonde whose breasts threatened to spill from the bottom of the half-shirt uniform blouse and Ally Sanchez, the very pretty Filipina cashier waiting for an answer. Daisy smiled and began her tale.
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Merline's two boys and one girl were finally out of her home. Graham and Shelly were married, living in a double wide trailer with their daughter and son. Felicity was working for Wallchester University in New Jersey. The university had offered the bright sixteen year old girl a full academic scholarship and now, at age twenty, Felicity was using her degree in Applied Mechanics, employed by the Wallchester University Foundation developing bionic support systems for quadriplegics. Grant was up north somewhere, avoiding paying child support for his three daughters. Every now and then, another case worker would stop by to see if Merline knew how to get in touch with Grant Anthony Ungelle; the three mothers were trying to get their pound of flesh from Grant.
Merline did not know where Grant was secreted; she certainly would have divulged that information. She too had been the victim of such a man. Three times, to three different men in fact. Promises of love, promises of forevermore until the end of time and then...just the sour memories and another baby to care for.
At forty three years of age, gainfully employed and owning her own home, Merline decided to do something about her loneliness. In truth, Merline told herself, she wasn't lonely; she had contact with her co-workers in the kitchen of Casa Ole Mexican restaurant. She had nodding acquaintances among her neighbors. She talked every week with other parishioners at St. Richard's Catholic Church.
"Nope, Merline, you're just good and horny," Merline giggled as she looked at the 'Women 4 Men' section of the University of Louisiana at DeGarde on-line newspaper's Personals section.
Merline Daisy Unzelle had carefully selected her best photograph; a picture of herself in a red satin corset top that highlighted her creamy 34C breasts. Then she meticulously typed out a profile, carefully reading and rereading each question and putting in an answer intending to get the most positive responses. No, she did not smoke. Yes, she did drink occasionally. No, she had no children living at home.
Then, for the ad itself, Merline thought long and hard about what to say. The web site limited her to two hundred words. At first, she had thought that two hundred words was plenty. But, sitting and typing, she quickly realized that two hundred words was extremely limiting if she was going to 'sell' herself, fully present her assets.
She didn't want to sound easy; nor did she want to come off as a prude. She didn't want to sound desperate or needy but she knew that most of the men that read these ads were more than just a little put off by a confident woman. And, at her age she needed to appeal to as wide a market as possible. After all, she was competing with the twenty something and thirty something crowd.
"'Fresh as a Daisy!'" Merline decided she would start going by her middle name and typed that in as the header for her ad and for her profile.
It did not take long for Daisy to get responses to her post. After all, the photograph was a good one. The first date she accepted was with Dennis DeFranco, a fifty nine year old salesman with United Guardian Insurance.
After a fairly nice, satisfying dinner at Cowboy's BBQ, Daisy's date suggested a few drinks at Mickey's. She agreed and they sat and watched a few rough looking women taking off their clothes as they sipped overpriced whiskey.
The Acadiana Motel was next door to the Gentlemen's' Club and Daisy was agreeable to a little frisky fun when Dennis suggested getting a room. In the room, Dennis turned on the television and arrowed up and down the selection of pornographic categories.
"Anal?" Dennis suggested hopefully.
"Going take a lot more than a pulled pork sandwich and a couple of drinks," Daisy smirked, stripping out of her blouse.
"Oh! Hey! Nice!" Dennis exclaimed, looking at Daisy's hairless crotch. "Shaved it is!"
Daisy and Dennis watched two women shaving the crotch of a third woman. Then the three women swung into a daisy chain. After a few moments, Dennis pushed Daisy's head onto his weak erection.
Daisy woke up with the early morning sunlight filtering into the room through the cheap curtain. On the television two women touched each other's hairless pussies. Dennis was not in the room, but had thoughtfully left two twenties and a business card on the nightstand.
Reading the message Dennis had written on the back of his card, Daisy shrugged and dressed. She pocketed the two bills; the business card went into the trash can. Then Daisy arranged for an Uber.
For the next fifteen minutes, Daisy idly watched the pornographic images of women shaving themselves, one another, having robotic sex. Then she shut off the television and left the motel room.
Her second date was with a thirty year old professor from the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. Dan Flowers taught Applied Computer Sciences at ULD and quietly divulged that he was working on a computer language that would enable blind users to actually 'see' images. Over stuffed bell peppers at Sweet Pea's restaurant, Dan excitedly talked about this project.
"See, there's all kind of software? It reads text data to the visually impaired? But when it comes to pictures, images? All it says is, um, for example, 'Image' or 'Jpeg,' he explained. "Well, that sucks. I mean, they should be able to have the computer tell them um, 'White sandy beaches...there are several young women in bikinis...the water is crystal clear...there is a catamaran sailboat in the distance..."
"Or, 'gigantic Double D boobs with big nipples,'" Daisy smirked, knowing full and well Professor Flowers wasn't getting this excited over beach imagery.
"Hey! Good idea!" Dan laughed even as a heavy blush crept up his neck.
They managed to scrape their plates clean. Dan did not win any points with Daisy when he made the comment that he liked a woman with a healthy appetite.
