No

"Jeff, this is beyond inappropriate." You back off a step. "I should report this to... I don't know... but you let me keep my job so..." You can't seem to finish a sentence, your heart is hammering so hard. You've been a mess ever since this morning, and even thinking about this stuff makes you feel dirty.

"Hey, hey," he throws his hands up, still cocky and assured, "No harm, no foul! I understand. Just think, if you're really **** though, you might have to take some big steps to save yourself."

Back out on the floor you work the rest of your shift without saying a work to Jess and answering the customers in as few words as possible. You could have made extra money this morning, but you didn't. You still have your dignity... for now. But you also have a five thousand dollar debt and now only four and a half days to pay it.

Your shift ends, and you sign out behind the counter. As you leave the store you look over your shoulder to see Jeff watching you go, tapping a folded twenty against his palm.