DADDY GUSHES OVER MY UNIFORM

“So, what do you think?” I ask, lifting my arms and spinning around.

The way my stepdad's mouth hangs open as he sits at the kitchen table,

the way his eyes are unwilling to blink, I already have my answer, but he says something that makes my blood rush anyway.

“Wow, you look smokin'.”

I blush, even though that's the exact response I'm looking for. Our new uniforms are constructed just the right way to draw all sorts of attention, whether good or bad.

My boss decided not too long ago to do an overhaul of his restaurant, to turn it into something a lot...