Kiss My Name by Calvin Wade Page A

porridge, eh, Zara?”
    I had absolutely no idea what he meant by this. I knew it was some sort of sexual reference so presumed he meant that the boyfriends would be making their breakfast at mine the following morning. Flo explained it though. I was disgusted, what a creep that man is! I just hoped one day I would get the opportunity to tell him exactly what I really thought of him.
    My opportunity to reveal my true, negative, feelings to Mr.Brazier arrived sooner that I could ever have imagined. I was on twelve o’clock lunch one day and after zooming through my tuna mayonnaise salad in about two minutes in the staff kitchen, I decided to go and have a wander around town. I nipped into WH Smith’s to buy a Lotto lucky dip and for some strange reason, don’t ask me why, I felt an urge to buy a scratch card too. It was a two quid one and after reading the rules, I scratched off the amounts of the prizes. If you are ever going to win on one of those things, you expect it to be one of the lower prizes, so once the puzzles for the £2, £5 and £10 had not proved to be winners, I scratched the £100 000 off without even the faintest glimmer of hope. I looked at it, then looked again.
    “Surely not”, I thought, “surely not!”
    I stared at it in disbelief. I’d only gone and bloody won! Not just a small prize either, the top banana, one hundred thousand pounds. OH-MY-GOD!
    I ran skipping back to Penny Pinchers. There were two things that I needed to do. Firstly, I needed to tell Mr.Brazier that I hated him and the crappy job and now that I was a rich, young lady, I’d be leaving. Secondly, I needed to tell Flo, if I was one hundred thousand pounds richer, then we had money for the first time in our lives. Flo didn’t need to stay at Penny Pinchers either. In my mind, half the money was hers.
    Once I was back at Penny Pinchers, I strode purposefully through the store, pitying Sylvia and Dot on the counter, who would probably be stuck in that dead end job for a lifetime. Flo was there too, I would probably have told her there and then, but she was having a chat to one of our daily shoppers, Mrs.Stranks, who always came in for her four pints of milk for her cats. The excitement was too much for my bladder too, I had to go to the staff loos before seeing Mr.Brazier, no point embarrassing myself by peeing my pants. Whilst on the loo, I just held the winning ticket in front of my eyes, £100 000, I was trying to work out how long I would have to work at Penny Pinchers to earn that if I earned £8 500 a year. I couldn’t work it out, I never was good at Maths at school, but guessed it was ages.
    After my piddle s top, I put some more make-up on. I wanted to look my best when I went to see Mr.Brazier, as the better I looked, the more confident I would feel. I applied the perfect lipstick, a sultry deep red. Tingling with excitement, I headed over to his office.
    When I arrived at Mr.Brazier’s door, it was open but he was stood behind his desk, on the phone, ordering stock from Head Office, so he signalled for me to wait outside. I could tell he was going to be a while, as he was chatting flirtatiously with the lady on the other end of the line. I had time to kill. I looked at my watch and it was now well past one, Flo would have left Penny Pinchers for her lunch, I decided to ring her to tell her our news.
    Typically, Flo was in one of the pie shops when she answered the call and with being outside Mr.Brazier’s door, I had to whisper too, so I’m not exactly sure what parts of our conversation she actually heard. I just remember telling her that I’d won one hundred thousand pounds, she could go anywhere on holiday that she liked and I am sure she opted for Skegness. We are so different in many ways, but so alike in others, holiday destinations being one of the similarities. Anyway, after she said Skegness, Mr.Brazier’s phone call finished and he beckoned me in, so I said a hurried goodbye.
    The first thing I noticed