Paying the boss
My boss was coming round for dinner that night and it was always awkward spending time with him. Ever since he’d lent us the money for Beth’s cosmetic surgery, there’d always been a certain unease. We’d meant to pay it back but had been finding it increasingly difficult to keep up the repayments, missing a month here or there. As the day went on, we set up the table and started to get ourselves ready. It was only a casual affair, but Beth always likes to dress to impress when we had guests. She’d bought herself a new black dress, tight fitting in all the right places and it sat just above the knee. Beth had great legs and always took every opportunity to show them off, and this dress had a split up one …