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Little_Red_Rose
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"You know mom, I'm not sure why you even want to get a job..."
"Oh shush. What's the big deal...?"
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Okay, so let me begin. Hi there! My name is Candy Smith and I'm a thirty six year old mother, living in my suburban home with my son, Lance, and my husband, Bill. We lived comfortably, what with my husband working as a lawyer for a firm in upper Manhattan and making enough money for our small family to live off of. So comfortably, that while we weren't exactly in the top 1% of society, that I didn't need to work. In fact, I've been a stay-at-home mom for the past eighteen years, taking care of Lance and raising him up this point, with him nearly graduating senior high. But what with the marriage of Bill and I in shaky grounds (which I don't really feel like getting into now, thank you very much) and with myself being...well, bored, I thought to myself - hey, why not get a job?
The thing is that the only place that I could think of (that would accept me even though I don't even have a high school diploma) would be Rome Cafe; some shabby looking cafe located in Brooklyn...and the only reason why they would take me in, is probably because of Rick - my eighteen year old nephew who happens to work there too, as assistant manager, or something along those lines. Truth is that I didn't really remember, even when I typed in the following into Facebook messenger:
Hey nephew! Just wondering if there was an opening at Rome Cafe! I've been looking for a job and would love to work there with someone I knowThank you!!
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Lance wasn't too crazy about me writing to my nephew, mainly on account that apparently he's a cocky pervert. I'm...not sure why he thought that concerned me, since I'm sure me being his aunt would just put him into a more professional state of mind! Maybe he'd even be able to do something about the attention I got from everyday perverts! I mean, not to brag, but I did have a pretty awesome body; 5'8" tall, with an hourglass physique. I kept myself in shape, what with jogging and the like. What got the attention of most guys though, were my round bubble butt and my massive 32K cup boobs that I always did my best to cover up. Now that I think about it, I think Lance mentioned something about how my nephew was crazy about the busty girls in his college.
Well anyway, I click send and I waited for his reply. Lance gave a frustrated sigh as we walked off someplace. I rolled my eyes - I was his mother, I think I knew best.