RACING GREEN JAGS - Chapters 3 to 5
3 My head was right back into shape as I walked into the shop to stare at a frown that made Julie’s good looks unnaturally severe. Even ten minutes late needed an explanation. She didn’t say a word but her fingernails clicking the counter top demanded an answer. So I told her I had helped a dying man at the scene of a car crash. Now, I know I shouldn't have and people will disapprove but a slight exaggeration does wonders for opening up opportunities within a large busy clothes store and in this particular store they were numerous. Things were that lax. Julie did look at me hard with her forty something year old eyes and adjusted the sleeves of her neat blue blouse. The one with the puffy sleeves she wore that I liked. From the young girl range brought in for the summer. A trim size ten. I could tell, you know, just by looking at girls what size they were. That was the beauty of working in a fashion store that catered for both sexes. The place just crawled with girls. A