like?”
Spluttering
my champagne all over my once, pristine shirt, my eyes bulged “No Fucking way,
Beth. The man’s marmite… he spreads every inch of himself all over you, he’s
disgusting. Everybody in the office feels the same about him so don’t look at
me like that. Do you know what he said to me?” I carried on, regardless to
their tittering, “When I was leaving, I asked him if he needed anything doing
before I went and the cheeky bastard said ‘Oh Olivia, there’s plenty I need you to do but they’re not in your job description’, I mean what sort of
sleazebag would say something like that on your first chuffing day?”
I
looked at both my friends and waited for their reaction. They were both gawping
at me, eyes wide and eyebrows in their hairlines. “Jesus, Honey” Lexi professed
horrified, “How the hell do you attract these idiots? You’re stunning, great
figure, sensitive, brilliantly clever and funny. Why can’t you get an equally
smart fella? Who also has a pert little bottom, just the way you like them!”
she finished with a sparkle in her eye.
“Oh
Yes, don’t forget Liv’s fondness for the ‘extra tight man cheeks’, Lex” Beth scoffed,
“And she says I’m a tart!” she finished with a snort.
I
narrowed my eyes at her and feigning offence, I swat her arm and swiped her
glass from her, “Apologise now or the champers gets it, Davis” I asserted.
Beth
clutched at her chest as she pouted and faked a sob. “Anything but the booze,
Liv. My beige dress? My cute red heels? I’ll even let you feel me up, but
please not the champers. Poor Pete spent a week’s wages on that” Beth begged.
Full
on belly laughing, I reached over and squeezed her boob “Oooh definitely worth
the trade,” I stated “you have fine, fine tits, Miss Davis and I feel very
honoured to have embraced them.”
Giggling,
Beth held her chest with both hands, “Don’t ever forget it, babe” she beamed. “To
say were all forty girls, we still look damn hot... Everything still in its
rightful place” she added with a wink.
“Anyway,
enough about my breasts. What you gonna do about your boss? He sounds a right
perv!”
Nodding
at her and stating that yes, he was a pervert, I shrugged. “Fuck knows girls,
but he gives me the creeps and I don’t trust him at all. His name rings a bell
though, Simon Peterson, you heard of him?” I asked.
Now
it was Lexi’s turn to splutter on her drink, “Sod me, Liv. You remember Slutty
Sarah from uni? It’s her older brother!” she announced, downing the rest of her
champagne before anymore could spill or I stole it from her.
“I
remember going to a party with Sarah one year and he was there. Slimy Git was
all over me like a rash, even backed me into a corner and put his hand up my
skirt and groped my arse! Pete beat the shit out of him. Looks like twenty
years hasn’t changed him much then,” she exhaled “you’re gonna have to watch
him Liv, especially with him being your boss, he’ll think he has certain rights.”
Looking
at the most supportive friends I’d ever had, I couldn’t believe how great they
had been through my rollercoaster life and after things started to go wrong in
my marriage, I pushed them away, not seeing them for over four years, but then,
when I needed them the most, they were there like a shot, picking up every
broken piece of me and helping me get back on my feet and carry on.
I
shook my head, mostly at myself “Why does life keep dealing me this fucking
shit, eh? When am I going to get a pissing break? Well I’ll tell you now, he
touches me inappropriately again and he’ll find his bollocks shoved that far up
his arse, he’ll be able to lick his own fuckin’ sac!”
Raising
her glass, Beth proclaimed “To Ms Olivia Adams and her ass kicking, sac licking
new life!!!”
“To
a new me” I agreed.
CHAPTER 3
My
first week flew by and before I knew it Friday had arrived. Grace had
Carol Wallace, Bill Wallance
Vic Ghidalia and Roger Elwood (editors)