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>Respond with: "hah, me t-too" like a buffoon
>He raises an eyebrow along with a smile raising his thick beard and leaves the kitchen after dropping the orders on the pin
>Feel like a complete idiot for dropping my spaghetti
>Hope he doesn't mention it to anyone
>Kitchen orders die down, so I get behind the bar
>Sis comes around but she has a bf now, she didn't crossdress again but she keeps calling me her sister and stuff like that
>Suggests a threesome with her bf at some point but it's all in good fun
>Night progresses, feeling the itch to go home and get started on my session
>Bossman asks me grab one of his private bottles from under the counter
>"It's way below, you'll have to dig deep"
>Realize what's up. Heart is pounding in my chest
>Figure what's the harm and do it, bend over and look for the bottle he no doubt just placed there
>Hear some muted laughter behind me as I spring back up, bottle of rum in hand
>See bossman grinning and 2 of the regular guys leaning over the counter to get a better view
>I hand him the bottle and ask him if he wants anything else
>"Plenty more but that'll do for now"
>Flustered I carry on with the job until closing time
>Bossman and me are the last ones there for cleanup
>He's more serious now and asks me if he didn't make me uncomfortable with his comments and asking me to grab his bottle
>I tell him it's alright, I had a laugh and that I trust him. I chose to wear this after all.
>He's close to me, I get the impulse to put my hand on his chest and say: "It's kind of you to care about me"
>He grabs my hand and gently squeezes it "I do care about you, you know"
>Left kinda speechless I just smile at him
>He tells me I shouldn't cycle home in this horrid weather (it was raining pretty hard) and that he'll take me home
>means I'll get there faster so I take him up on it
>He asks if I want to smoke some weed first
>Sure, why not.
>We smoke one together, just having some smalltalk