Workity-work work

Out the back of Love+, I see my manager Charlie 'the Chimney', showing off his namesake with his first of many cigarettes of the day. With his black dress slacks and purple dress shirt, the scrawny fifty-something is the right mix of British quirky and dapper.

"Hey Roxy." He says, a hint of his British accent that's been lingering since the 80's.

I give him a nod. "Charlie."

"How's it going?"

"Good. New roommate just moved in last night."

"Oh. Very good. What's he like?"

"He's cute. Long blonde hair to pull on too."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, my dear."

"Well, I'm pretty sure he's a girls only kinda guy. Already had one blonde over."

"Ohh... jealous are we?"

"Oh please, I get plenty as it is."

"Never doubted that my dear. C'mon, let's open up."

"You're the boss."

Once Love+ is open, we see our share of like-minded perverts all too eager to make purchases. It's a steady workday that ends early for me. With my duty done, I head back home and fill the hole growing in my belly.