I called Millie in and told her to take Tracy out and get her started.I called Millie in and told her to take Tracy out and get her started. For the rest of that day and into the week I watched Tracy. She caught on fairly quickly, and at one point I almost had a twinge of guilt over what was going to happen to her. But I let it pass quickly. I was as anxious as Millie to see her plot start to take effect. Wednesday afternoon I got a call from the university, so I wasn't surprised when Tracy come into see me. "Uhh... Mister Peters... Could I talk to you for a minute? I've got a problem." "Sure Tracy. And please, call me Bob. I wanted to talk to you today anyway. But you go first. It looks like something is bothering you," I answered. "Well... Uhh.. I got a letter from the university today," she stammered. "It seems like there's some kind of problem with my scholarship, so I really need to keep this job. I mean, I'll do anything... I really mean anything to keep it." She shifted her weight in order to accent the thrust of her hips, and stuck her boyish breasts in my direction. "Well, that's what I was going to talk to you about." I said, knowing the bait was taken. Now it was up to me to set it. "I've been watching you this week, and I really don't know...." I paused a moment and looked up at her to see if she was buying it. I saw the tears starting to form in her blue eyes before I continued. "You know that this is really a small diner, and I can't afford to have a lot of waste, and I've noticed that you have been throwing a lot of stuff away, and that costs me money," I told her sternly. "But Bob, er Mister Peters. I made some mistakes with the orders, and the customers wouldn't take them, and I didn't know what else to do with them. |