Purging Peters

A Tease by Ivy Dillinger



I did a funny thing to Mr. Peters. I noticed he stared at my legs a lot. So I'd wear different stockings every day to distract him. To get away with murder. Other people wound up doing my job. I passed the time flipping through catalogs and magazines. Naturally, everyone started to complain. I took two, sometimes three hour lunches. All because of my legs.

When Mr. Peters was fired, I giggled. Don't you think that's so funny?