Seven years since here first boyfriend kissed her on the back, Sarah served her fifth beer of the night deep in the heart of Texas. Splashes of alcohol got what little there was of her jean shorts wet. The drunker the customers, the more splashes. The more splashes, the wetter the outfit. The wetter the outfit, more drinks sold. You get the cycle.
The night ended and Sarah looked at her phone. Still no text. Sarah was waiting to hear from her Pam. No answer.
The clock turned past 1:30 and Sarah took a deep breath. She walked out of the kitchen, passed the boss's office and bathroom, and into the back alley of the restaurant.
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