Now I want everyone. The counter girl, I want her too. She’s got the uniform. How I love a gal in uniform. Polyester on ass, the black, orthopedic-looking shoes, the tight button-up with stripes and a name tag. Teena. Teena peeks up from under her visor. She’s maybe five feet tall or less. Yes Teena, climb me like a redwood, commence humping. She slides the tray over. Two Whoppers and a cup for water.