Oh Pickles!

Clemens loved stealing some pickles. Sweet tangy goodness.

“Hey eh! Stop gnawing on my ingredients!” Matteo said.

Clemens gave a cheesy smile. Hehe.

She had learned to make dozens of subs. And she loved to flirt with the customers. New male customers coming back for more than just digits.

“You do realise if you keep giving fake numbers to the blokes… They are gonna catch on..” Matteo said.

“I don’t have a phone… It’ll be bad reception forever…” she said.

Matteo rolled his eyes.

“Don’t ya think you want to settle down and go steady with a young guy?” He said.

“Me? No way. I don’t do relationships. I'm gonna be a pornstar. Suck and fuck big dicks and be filmed—“ she said. It just came out of her mouth. A bit later than normal. For her anyway…

Matteo had heard this and slapped his hand down, “Clemens this better be a joke… Cus it ain’t funny… A young girl shouldn’t be saying things like that.”

Clemens blushed, “No I’m serious… I’m nineteen and I am an all grown adult.”

Matteo walked over to her, “This body is a gift of God that you must treat with respect.”

“God?” Clemens scrunched her nose, “God can respect himself… I know what I like.”

There was silence.

“God made all this… You can’t see that? Ya know kid. This ain’t working,” he said.

“What?” She said.

“I can’t rent you the room and you can’t work here…” Matteo said.

“That’s not fair… I didn’t do anything,” Clemens said.

He turned and didn’t say another word.

She ran from the shop. Tears in her eyes. Up to the flat. Packing her things. Crying. She was okay here! But now God had come to judge her again. Mom… Dad… Matteo… I hate you!

She hauled her duffle bag in her Toyota. And drove out of there. Fuck you! Fuck you!!!