The Whole World In Your Hands
You assume your place at the cash register. Within ten seconds someone comes to make their purchase.
The consumer is a rather attractive woman, around the age of 14...oops I mean 18...and she lays down her keg of beer in front of you.
"You look to young to purchase that, I'll need some ID," you inform her, tryig your best to look stern and refrain from staring at her chest.
"Oh, that stupid ID," she says in a sultry voice. "It doesn't matter. I'm 21. And I'm a real good party girl. If you lemme go with this beer, you can come to my party."
Ooh! Conflicting feelings brew in your body, some demanding a brew. Well, Mr. Cashier, what is your choice?
The consumer is a rather attractive woman, around the age of 14...oops I mean 18...and she lays down her keg of beer in front of you.
"You look to young to purchase that, I'll need some ID," you inform her, tryig your best to look stern and refrain from staring at her chest.
"Oh, that stupid ID," she says in a sultry voice. "It doesn't matter. I'm 21. And I'm a real good party girl. If you lemme go with this beer, you can come to my party."
Ooh! Conflicting feelings brew in your body, some demanding a brew. Well, Mr. Cashier, what is your choice?