Only a little perverted
I’ve always known girls like these two brats.
Little rich kids whose father gave them whatever they wanted whenever they wanted every time they whined out the word, “Daddy.”
I’m a little slow.
Yet I get hurt real easy.
As big as I am people in high school thought they could kick me around and I wouldn’t feel it.
Girls like these two used to tease me all the time, calling me names or even coming onto me then diving behind their switchblade boyfriends the minute I took them serious.
I thought all that would end with graduation.
I thought I could go to work at a place like this and never see their kind again except when they got lost, pulled in for a burger and to ask directions.
Most of us working here suffered like I did back in school, so we more or less get along without playing the kind of games that hurt other people.
Then these two twins show up.
Their daddy must have gotten a bout of conscience and realized at the last minute how badly he spoiled his two little blonde bomb shells and figured he would make up for it by forcing them to work in a place like this the summer before they’ve got to go off to college.
They dragged in high school with them and set everybody in the place on edge, especially me.
One look in my direction where I lurked behind the grill and they flipped out, teasing me and mocking me the way they would have an old bull.
Maybe things would have bone on all summer like that with me dreading my coming to work every day, even praying for the summer to end so they could find some other victim as college to torture, but someone broke into their house and rooted through all their clothing.
Those two claimed it was me.
By this time, the switchblade boyfriends from high school had become local cops and these thugs decided to keep an eye on me.
They hadn’t liked me much in high school and liked me less when they thought I had peeped into the windows of these spoiled brats to see them naked.
I could never tell the cops or the twins the truth, that if I had to choose between getting into the pants of the twins or the cops, I would choose the cops every time.
Truth like that would only end me up dead.
And since Daddy yanked her spoiled brats out of here anyway and sent them off to college early, I only have to wait for the commotion to die down for things to get back to normal.
But I know some people here will look at me oddly wondering if I really am a pervert.
Maybe I am.
I just don’t want to get beat up for being the wrong kind of pervert.