My parents have owned and operated their own restaurant for longer than I’ve been alive. Working there was one of my first jobs. Meanwhile, my wife Laura has a decent amount of job experience as a waitress. It therefore made sense that, one summer while we were still dating, my parents offered Laura a part-time job at the restaurant. Presumably due to the opportunity to work with her *awesome* boyfriend, Laura eagerly accepted this offer. She fit in quite well as a waitress, working very hard (in line with her character) and earning the deep respect of my parents.
Of course, working together also had its *special* benefits. Right after our shifts, Laura and I would quickly go home and have sex. One day, though, we just couldn’t wait. It was early afternoon, and I didn’t think I would be able to make it until the end of the shift without getting my Laura fix (especially considering that her blouse buttons looked like they were about to pop off her chest). Thankfully, our opportunity came when our manager Wojciech (awesome guy by the way, he still works there today) told Laura and I that we could take our lunch break. That gave us about 45 minutes to do our thing.