"Yes," Thompkins added. "You're going to have a body every bit as sexy as your sister's."

He emphasized his point by giving Leila a sharp slap across her ass, then pulling the taller girl tightly against him. Leila's tit looked like it was about to be crushed against him as he pulled her tighter, then reached his other hand up about her waist and cupped the tit on the opposite side. Connie felt a wave of anger surge through her. The girl was about to attack her sister's employer when Leila pulled away from the man and glared angrily at him.

"Ben Thompkins!" she hissed. "You've been drinking! You're nothing but a smelly, dirty-minded, old drunk!"

Connie expected the man to become angry. Instead he began to laugh. He laughed hard, his eyes getting moist from some strange sense of humor he must have.

"Maybe you're right," he said, laughing again.

He patted Leila's ass once more, then turned around and returned to his cooking. "It's true, though," he called back. "She's getting fits and an ass that are a match for yours."

The sisters got a chance for a quick conversation before another customer came into the cafe. Connie had no intention of remaining with Mr. Thompkins in back.

As her sister went out to wait on the couple who had just entered, then younger girl started to leave.

"Wait a minute, honey," Leila called to her. "Here. I had a good day of tips at lunch-time. Buy yourself a present."

She stuffed several bills in the girl's hands, then thrust her fits proudly against her uniform and stepped quickly towards the new customers. Connie smiled, pocketed the money, and left the cafe. The girl stopped briefly at the grocery store to pick up a few groceries, then walked out beyond the edge of town towards their small house.

Fucking! That's all they ever thought about, she mumbled to herself. They never thought about anything except pussy and fits and fucking! She watched the truck whose driver had just yelled to her move out of sight along the road, and turned across a small field towards home.