I walked home after a 12-hour shift, my feet ached, and my back was killing me. I counted the wad of cash I had shoved into my apron pocket $227.50. I tucked it back into my pocket as I reached the door. I hated working at that stupid truck stop as a waitress, but the tips were good, so I stuck with it.
As I opened the door, all I could think about was getting out of my uniform. Some asshole had grabbed my ass as I walked by and made me spill a cup of coffee on me three hours into my shift. Still, it was fun watching our cook threaten to pummel the guy if he didn’t tip me a $50 for my trouble and get the hell out. Thinking of the look on that jerk’s face made me smile as I walked in the door.
All thoughts of work vanished as I walked in and saw Heather. She stood at the stove, my nose immediately told me she was cooking my favorite, Italian. Heather knew exactly how to make me feel better, and the big pot of spaghetti wasn’t even the best part. She stood wearing my favorite lingerie, a black thong covered by a black mesh garter belt trimmed in red lace. She wore a matching red lace bra and fishnet leggings that came up to the curve of her perfect ass.
Want to hear about what I did with Heather? It gets wet and wild! Click [here](https://rileyblackstone.wordpress.com/2019/11/06/coming-home-to-heather/) to read all about it.
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