"I-I guess it's just something I have to do, Mr. Nelson," said Becky, late the next afternoon. She and her boss were sitting alone in his office. "I mean, I can't just let someone steal my fiance from me without putting up a fight!"

"But if he cheated on you like that, he obviously wasn't worth having in the first place!"

Becky just sighed. After spending most of the night crying, she'd come to work and told her boss everything. Now the busty teen felt more determined than she'd ever felt about anything in hot young life.

"That's probably true," she admitted. "But I know I'm not stupid, and I can't stand the idea of him thinking I am. Or of Diane thinking I am either." Becky's big tits rose as she heaved another sigh. "So, I think the only thing for me to do is to get a job at Crenshaw Manufacturing and make them see for themselves that I can work just as well in an office as they can. And after that I'll feel good about telling Mitch to go fuck himself, if I really want to!"

"But what will you do?"

"I can be a secretary. I can type forty words per minute, anyhow. Besides, I think you can do anything you set your mind to doing, and I am absolutely positively determined to get a job in that place."

Nelson folded his arms behind his head and slumped wearily on the couch, realizing that he couldn't talk her out of it. Becky was sitting beside him.

"So you want to quit as soon as possible," he said. "As in, tomorrow. Right?"

"I'm afraid so, Mr. Nelson. I mean, I know I'll really be leaving you short-handed. But, well, that's why I wanted to tell you all the personal stuff about what happened between me and Mitch and that awful Diane. So you'd understand. At least a little bit."