Its not rare enough. I show her a few other brands. Still not rare enough, and my customer makes a show of being disgusted and disappointed. She then ...asks to see the turkey. Although I still got three pounds of turkey left, she claims it's an end, and wants me to open a new one. I tell her I can't, and I show her another brand that was just opened. Okay, she'll take that one. I start to slice it, when Dannie comes up beside me to slice her customer's request. My customer then asks to see the. Phil followed."Ashlyn, what has gotten to you?" Dorothy." What? Dorothy what?" Call me Dorothy. I'm obviously Dorothy right now. So call me that, please."It was Phil's turn to roll his eyes."Sure, but it's Ashlyn that's being a brat, right now." And which one do you want to spank, Dad? Ashlyn or Dorothy?" I don't want to spank anybody, Ash ... Er ... um ... Dorothy. Look, this is ridiculous. Just tell me if you have something under that short, short dress." No Daddy. Well, I just have underwear. She said it was one of the most exciting things she had ever done and if no one would touch her she would love to go back sometime. From then on at least once a week I took her to the theater.I would guide her down the center aisle with my hand stroking her silky skirt covered ass, remember the 80's were polyester paradise, everything was silky and slithery. Rita's skirts and dresses were no different. Over the knee but still very sexy. The great thing about long skirts is if the woman wants to. I slapped his erect member very hard with the little guy and announced that the answer to his incessant question was yes, size matters. I could tell his cock wanted to deflate with his ego at this point. Tears welled into his eyes and I didn't care, in fact I liked it. All these years listening to his crap, I was giving him the answer he wanted to hear. I grabbed his artificially erect cock, squeezed it hard, and asked why I would ever want this in me again. His tears spilled over and he.