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Marla has a surprise visitor and deals with her past.

"You're right, Lu. How has your day been?"

"Same as always, same as always..." she sighed. "Bunch of middle-aged men trying to paw at my tits. I don't mind the looking, it's the touching that gets me."

"Why don't you say something?" Daniel interjected, shocked.

"Oh, I do, don't worry. But it's not always worth it. Just walk away and don't cause a scene -- starting a fight with a potential customer is not particularly good for business."

"I imagine not. Still..."

Lucy turned to face Jenny, and gestured in his direction. "He's a real sweetie, isn't he? Looking out for me like that."

"He certainly is."

"I bet there's not a bad bone in his body."

"Well I wouldn't say that, sis..."

Daniel became aware that both women were staring at him. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Their stares are almost predatory, for fuck's sake!

Lucy shook her head. "Well, I needed this break, anyway."

"How long have you got?" her sister asked, reaching into her handbag as her phone chirped.

"About ten minutes. It's supposed to be my lunch break, but I've worked through most of it. Not that there's anything I can queue for in less than an hour here anyway, and at least I still get to sit down. And escape all the hands."

Daniel took her distraction as a time to take her in. Sat next to her sister it was immediately apparent they were related. If it were not for difference in hairstyle then he could see himself easily confusing the two at a glance. This close, of course, it was obvious they were not twins. Hair colouring aside, Lucy looked slightly older -- which she was, by four years -- and though their lovely faces bore much in common they were far from identical.

Not to mention those gigantic chest-pillows...

"... isn't that right, Dan?"

Jenny was talking to him.

"Huh?" He tore his gaze reluctantly from Lucy's tits. "Sorry, I was distracted."

Jenny smirked. "I can see. I was just saying that the shop is coming along well, don't you think?"

He stared at her blankly a moment, his mind still absorbed with thoughts of bouncing chests, before he could finally formulate a reply.

"Er... yes. Yes, it is. Very well."

Jenny shook her head playfully. "See the affect you have on people, Lu?"

"As if you've not addled poor Dan's mind already."

Jenny laughed, then glanced at Daniel. Her phone beeped again, and she paused to read the message.

"Urgh, I suppose I should deal with that," she groaned.

"Who is it?"

"Claire needs me to pick up some books for her. And I owe her a favour, so I guess I should go."

She stood, and Daniel made to follow her. She waved him back down.

"You might as well stay, Dan. Chat with Lucy for a while."

"Oh, alright. Are you coming back?"

"Probably not." She shrugged. "But don't worry, Lucy won't bite."

"Much," the blonde interjected with a wink.

"I'll give you a call later, Dan," Jenny said as she grabbed her handbag. "Perhaps you can... extend your earlier invitation once again." A mischievous glimmer danced across her features.

He grinned. "Perhaps I can."

"Well, I'll see you two." And with that, she left.

Lucy turned to him, a playful smile on her face.

"Looks like it's just us two left then. Well, I'll start the questioning. What brings you to our fine town?"

"The convenience store," Daniel replied. "I was sent here."

"It was really just for one little shop? I had trouble believing that when Jenny told me - hardly seems worth sending someone from the other side of the world."

Tell me about it.

"Ah, it's not so bad. The company's nice, after all."

Lucy giggled. "Charmer."

There was a moment's silence before Lucy spoke again. "And what do you think of my sister?"

Daniel paused. Do I need to choose my words carefully here? "She's... lovely."

"She's a slut!" Lucy laughed. "But I love her for it. Why not, after all? What silly rules stop a girl enjoying herself?"

"Well, I wouldn't want to say..."

"Come on now, Dan, I know what

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