And was she ever

French Toast isn't a regular item on the menu but the manager ordered it anyway and sat next to me.

"Can you see through this shirt?" D² asked. She had just purchased a new black top from a store two doors away. We both looked at her top. Because I like to be of service, I was doing my best to spot any hint of nipple. I didn't spot any but I did notice it was a bit sheer but off target.

"A little but not where it counts," I said. The manager just continued eating while he continued looking. She looked down to confirm my assessment and then pulled the top a little bit a way from her body and looked through from the inside which gave us both a healthy view of cleavage and even though the two of us weren't actually talking, we both seemed to get very quiet. So, then she pulled her top down a little bit as well.

"Relax boys, I am wearing a bra."



I think it was that new one from Victoria Secret's, the one with no visible lines.


...

So, we got our annual forms to sign: one for sexual harassment and one for work place violence. I have to sign and also have a witness sign.

"Hey you sexy bitch, witness these forms for me or I'll kick your ass."