Same Treats

“Hey,” he said, backing away.           “Easy, Romeo. It rubbed against me,” she said holding her hands up.          She waved his paycheck like a peaceful flag.            He suppressed his urge to protest because he needed to keep this job.           “Maybe you shouldn’t wear such tight pants to work,” she said, handing him the check.           He knew it wasn’t his chino’s fault.           “Is there anything else I can do for you, Darlin’?” she asked.          He wanted to