We have a young girl working at our shop. She’s a high school senior. She does a good job. She’s bright, unrestrained and sociable, real sociable. She’s pretty, big breasts, and a admirable ass. She also still dresses up for Halloween. She came in wearing a costume. I commented on it.

“Ah, Little Bo Peep.”

“Who?”, she asked.

“Your costume. Little Bo Peep.”

“I’m supposed to be a French maid.”

“A French made what”, I asked her.

“You know, a maid. Dusting, sweeping, stuff like that.”

I was thinking that French maids have more of a reputation for more than that but, what the Hell, she’s a young girl. Can’t tell her that.

Today she asked if I liked her eyes. I never looked at her eyes. She had glitter on them.

“Umm, yea, sure, why not? It’s a good safety thing.”

“Safety thing?”

“Yea. Say you’re walking along a road at night and I come drivin’ along. My headlights will reflect off your eye shadow and I’ll know you’re there. Of course, the glare will blind me and I’ll run you down anyway.”

“Are you crazy?”

Yea, like I’d answer that question for a girl with glitter on her eyes.