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CHAPTER ONE

“Hey, Jeni Your big tits are lookin’ fine in that sweater When you gonna let me touch ’em?” said Randall, in his usual inarticulate way, like he was hungover or possibly still drunk

I stopped typing and looked up from my desk located in thein this disaster zone less than a week, helping out with the crap ton of paperwork Tampa had been hit hard by Hurricane Mia, which was bad for the locals but great for Mr Ripley’s business We orking under FEMA and the Ar port so supplies could get in faster

Mr Ripley was an old friend of ot a position at the hoo Apparently, history degrees were about as useful in this econo job after college hadn’t been easy

Then s, and lost his job driving trucks He lost his health insurance, too, and there I was having to park rad school in a dark corner until further notice Physical therapy cost a lot So did food, the et the insurance company to pay They never did

Anyway, I wasn’t throwing in the towel on my dreams, but until my dad was back on his feet, it was up to me to pay the bills

“Randall, you’re a fucking pig! Leave Jeni alone,” said the office er, Rosie, from the coffee station near the door She was a bottle redhead in her forties and liked her nails hot pink and long They reminded rab stuff

She glared at Randall and his greasy blond hair He had the smallest head ever to sit on a man’s shoulders It reminded me of a Q-tip, except that Q-tips were sometimes useful

Randall grinned, displaying Skoal-stained teeth and a large gap in the botto nothin’”

I didn’t say “nothin’” because there wasn’t anything to say First off, my name was Jeni Arnold, not Dorothy Randall only calledbrown hair in two braids It was practical and comfortable to keep it out of the hen I worked Second, I didn’t say anything because I disliked confrontation And speaking in general And disgusting men who stare at my breasts

I turned

“See” Randall chuckled “Dorothy ain’t mad” He leaned down so only I could hear him and smell his rotten breath “You like it when I talk about your tits Don’t you, shy girl? But I know it’s the quiet ones who like getting fucked nice and dirty Maybe a little cum on your face, huh?”

Red-hot anger percolated inside my chest I wanted to slap hi back See, I wasn’t one of those badass girls you’d find in some female-empowerment movie, unless the kickass heroine had a sidekick who always ended up alone on a Friday night I just didn’t feel comfortable around people