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Angelica hustles into the bathroom, she slips a special pad into place between her legs, it had charcoal in it as well as dampness absorbers so that she wouldn't be too obviouse about what she was thinking and feeling. She fixes the cursed panties once more and hustles out, grabbing a goddy red and yellow crossing gaurd jacket she slips it on and slides her badge to start her shift before checking the day chart, a clipboard with scedualed tasks on it. She smiles, still on TAW she had a 20 pound restriction so she could not do carts, however they also did not give her sweeps to do so it got boring standing and bagging grosseries all day, and of coarse, boredom led to her mind wandering once more ...



This one woman came up, her belly was sagging greatly and from the looks of it she had breast inplants, they had to be inplants she was a reptile. Angelica's eyes wander as she continues to bag on autopilot, a can of tuna, a jar of pickles, some ketchup, icecream ... wow, I bet I could fit inside there, I mean just look at her, she has to be nearly 15 feet tall, I'ld love to see under her dress ... next bag, toilet paper, klenix ... Look how grubid she is, and she carries it so well, oh that smooth green scales wrapped around my neck, I bet she is tight too. Please drop something, please drop something please drop something ... next bag ... I wonder if she has an ovipositor as well, I've seen one in health class, but it's different when it's an 193 year old dragon who is your teacher and scales are so faded they are nearly grey ... gave me nightmares for weeks ... still ... "Would you like help out to your car miss?" the woman looks down "No thanks deary, I can manage, maybe in a century or two" she winks, tail tip trailing after her as she heads out and Angie is forced to focus on the next order.



OH MY GOD!!! her eyes nearly start to water and her black fur nearly turned green as the smell hit her, it was more than just an oder, this was like a baseball bat hitting her in the face. She staggers on her feet, breathing hard through her mouth as she can taste it in the air. She shakes her head and looks over to see this disheavled heap of fur and filth at the register, it was down right apauling to see this thing in a food store. It took her several minutes before she realised it was male, and even longer to figure out what he was. The Badger, maybe 35, was black with filth and absolutely reeked of toilet water and dead skunk. The other customers were standing well back of this clearly drunk and wasted shambles of life. Ughhh the smell alone she had to choke back bial several times as she turned away ... the ocean was less than 15 minutes away, 45 if walking, god some one please, take him to the end of the peir and throw him in. ANYTHING just get some water on him and get him out of here ... she had nothing against people who were transitory in nature but this ... there is no reason for this, the idea that any fur would come into a place and subject this torture on others is beyond her ... the smell of mold and mildew from constantly wet fur, the pungent latent scent of female skunk spray, which she knew well because of her Mistress, coated his oily and grimy body showing he was not just filthy, but dirty as well to be warded off in such a potent method ... She bags his items then looks beggingly to her boss, a stork who was very understanding, and he nodded and she ran as fast as she could into the bathroom to strip and scrub "Ugh god the smell, it's in my fur ... and the money, oh god it looked like it came from ... I don't even want to know" she shakes her head, trying to visualise the other woman but the tatered reminates of cloth hanging on the hips came back to her again and again "Please I hope he didn't keep it in his sheeth ..." she could hear some one throwing up in the mens room, from the sound of the coughing it could only be Samuel, the man who she had been bagging for, at least she wasn't the only one who was affected by the smell.



It took a full ten minutes, one break, before she felt clean enough to go back out and continue working "You ok Sam" he nods, the blood hound still looking very green but recovering ok. The registered looked like it had been completely washed down and she was glad for it. "So how are you doing today miss?" she blinks as she hears the voice "Miss? well that is kind of formal" she swallows "MOM!! what, when? It's great to see you but I just finished my break so I can't show you around, also company rules, I can't bag for you but it's great to see you and grandma here" she gives them both a hug and looks at her mom as if to say 'not a word about the smell, it's not me this time' some times she thinks her mom is the blood hound ... "So, I have lunch break in an hour, maybe we can meet at Capones for lunch?" her mom nods and she smiles "Ok, that'll be great, see you there, my treat"



She hums a soft tune by Last Hunt, a cowboy ballad group with several songs she loves, Ghost Wranglers being among them, and continues bagging for the next hour before heading next door to the italian cafe to have a bite with mom and grandma "So how are you doing?" Angie smiles and answers her mom as she sits down "It feels great to be back at work, I swear I was going stir crazy in my place" her mom nods "So you clean it up at all?" she nods "Oh yeah, I've almost finished" both of them knew it was a lie, but neither called the other on it. She turns to her nearly 85 year old grandmother "How is the knee doing grandma, is my cane helping at all". Her grandma looks up "Oh, oh, knee? It's still bugging me from time to time, makes it hard to get around. As long as I can take it slow and easy I'll do ok on it" she looks back at the menu "Don't worry granmda, I'm ordering for us" she smiles, having tried most of the items by now as the cute male wolf comes over, he was about 18, and if she was single she might have made a pass at him "Mom will have the chicken parmasian, granmda will have the creamy pesto sause on the mild itialian sausage with angelhair pasta and I'll have the Brisheta" the boy nods and places the order.



Her mom leans over and whispers "isn't he cute" Angie blushes and gives her 43 year old mom 'the look' as in not believing that she would say something like that. Grandma sips water then looks over at her granddaughter "So how is work going?" Angie smiles "Work is great, I'm glad to be back after being gone for three weeks" her grandma nods "That's good ... I hope my leg heals soon, some times I can get around real good, other times I can't. I'm ok as long as I have something to hold onto, or I can sit down when I need to" her mother nods but Angie smiles "You'll get better soon" they had already talked, her mom and herself, about if she doesn't get better Angie will get her car, but she hoped her grandmother got better. As for the conversation as the meal came, it was repetitive, grandma didn't always listen really well, plus her hearing and memory were going so things would be said three or four times before they would move on, only to return to it again. Angie gets up after leaving the money for the food "Thanks for coming you two, and waiting ... I need to head back to work, see you this weekend mom" she hugs and kisses them both before heading back to work.



She still had 15 minutes before she had to go back really, but she always took a light cat nap in the back area, pulling three chairs together as she does so, and laying over them with a smile on her face, a soft purr issueing out as she rests up for the last 4 hours of her shift.



She gets herself up with 3 minutes left and makes her way back, helping several people along the way and clocking in right on time, as per normal for her, then going back to bagging ... sevral wandering later, and a ten minute break some where in there, it was time for her to leave. She runs out at her best pace, which is slow do to her still favoring her knees, and grins to see Miss Heather waiting there with the comic "Oh you're the best thank you" she gives the lady a friendly hug and scoots the magazine/comic into a brown bag before heading to the bus ...