'He just really gets on my tits,' she said, and realising the implications of her words the three girls in the kitchen area looked at each other. 'Eeeeeuuuuuuuaaaccchh,' they all said together and cracked up laughing. 'Can you imagine his slimy fingers, dog's breath and big fatty beer belly, wobbling away as he gives you the eye?' 'Eeeeeeeeeewwww' 'Can you imagine his tiny little pecker, just like one of them stringy pork chipolatas we serve up?' She stuck her middle finger in one of the roasting pans, scooping out a big white dollop of fat and wiggled it in Rosie's face. 'Yeeeeuuuuuuchhhh.' They all screeched and fell about laughing. 'He may like to think he's the bee's knees, but it's no wonder he has to pay a girl for her services, she wouldn't do it otherwise.' The manager walked through the doors, and said, 'Now then, less gossip and more working, you sound like a load of cackling old witches.' next »