After seven years with Sterling Printing my husband was let go due to downsizing. He had been their star salesman but the other salesman was the owner's nephew.
As employment prospects looked bleak we made the drastic decision to set up out own printing business. Rick had many contacts and he was sure he could deliver as good a product as Sterling cheaper.
We were able to get a second mortgage on out house for start-up money. We got a deal on a lease for an old building that was the ideal size for our endeavourer. The equipment was the killer, Rick managed to find used offset printing equipment but it still cost us over $10,000!
Rick was able to convince three of the guys from Sterling to come to work for him in the shop.
As rick had to be constantly on the road to build up business I had to man the office, answer the phone and order supplies. Sometimes Rick would be away for days at a time traveling a couple hundred miles away to round up customer. It was my job to keep things running smoothly.
The guys in the shop were friendly enough. There was Herman who was sort of the boss. He knew the operation inside out and if there were any problems with the equipment he soon had it running again. Herman was a German immigrant and old enough to be my father.
Next was Phil. Phil was a creepy sort of guy who was always looking at me in a strange way. Although he was about my age he was not appealing at all, he had a greasy unkempt appearance.
The bottom man on the wrung was Tyrone. Tyrone was a nineteen-year-old black lad apprenticing under Herman.
One of my duties had become to go to the deli down the street to get the guy's lunches, that way they could remain on the job.
"OK guys!" I called over the din of the machines as I carried the box of food into the shop.
The machines were quickly switched off and the guys gathered around to grab their order from the box.
"You guys look like you haven't eaten for days!" I joked.
"That's not all we haven't done for days!" Phil sneered.
As Herman and Tyrone hung on his words the atmosphere became tense. The joking friendly mood vanished.
I was not dressed provocatively. A bulky knit pullover and blue jeans.
"How about showing us your tits?" Phil asked.
Herman and Tyrone just stood there waiting my response.
"Excuse me?" I said not believing what I heard.
"Show us your tits!" he repeated and stepped forward hiking the front of my sweater up over my bra.
I was wearing a black bra with little pink roses scattered over the cups. It was a conservative bra exposing only a minimum of my cleavage. Having 38C breasts they still looked tempting.
His finger hooked under the top pf my bra and he yanked the cup down exposing my entire left breasts. The others just stared as my nipple popped into sight.
