You worked at a bar. There were times were drunk men that were atleast 30 years older then you would hit on you, But other then that it was a good and easy job; but your favorite part of it, was the woman you saw every Friday and Saturday night. You were her favorite bartender, she only ever wanted you to serve her. It was Friday night around 8pm

“Hey babydoll”

Abby says as she sits down. Her muscles bulging in her half unbuttoned white shirt. She probably just got off work