“Oh, great! You have breasts! She exclaimed, pushing her pointed index finger into my left breast. I didn't see it coming and this gesture surprised me. I didn't know whether I should feel violated by the manager of an international brand clothing store, or whether I should feel proud of this remark. I paused momentarily to collect myself before saying anything. “So, is this a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked, my voice slightly hesitant, still recovering. “Oh, that’s great, honey,” chirped Sheila, the manager, also trying to poke my other breast. I made a Matrix to get away from the incoming projectile! “You will instantly attract a crowd!” » This didn't help my confusion. “Ummmm, so, that’s good, how?” “Honey, you will be in charge of the lingerie section here,” Sheila explained. “Now you wouldn't want someone without breasts suggesting overweight and middle-aged women should buy. It's just stupid! You, on the other hand, are perfect for both the topless and the crazy! » I squirmed at the exaggerated use of the word "breasts" in its various forms. Still, as long as I didn't have to deal with men or have sales targets or anything, I was OK. “I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t understand you,” Sheila said, interrupting my train of thoughts. .“Oh, nothing! I was probably thinking a little too hard! I replied, sheepishly. “So, what do you think?” “Sign me up!” I responded insistently. "I'll do it!" " " Wonderful ! » Sheila exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air rather exaggeratedly and sliding a sheet of paper across the table. "Why don't you sign this contract here while I get you the t-shirt that you will wear during your service." “Great,” I said, beaming. It was two weeks... middle of paper. ......g", he said. I had now hit a wall. Shit, that's it! The boys were at arm's length when I grimaced, closed my eyes and crossed my arms on my chest. “Stay back,” I tried to say, but I don’t think the words left my throat. I don’t remember how much time passed while I waited for the inevitable fumble. but he never came. “It’s okay, mom.” » said a resounding voice. I opened my eyes to see the friendly but strong face of one of the security guards. " Eh ? I was confused. “We took care of the drunks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “You’re safe.” “Why…th…thank you,” I breathed and put my arms around him and hugged him tightly. Oh my God ! “Uh… okay, Madam,” said the unfortunate officer, embarrassed. "It's good!" He tried to break free, but I held on. I waited until the moment had passed and I was convinced I wasn't going to pass out before letting go..