Message-ID: <24391asstr$959753459@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: sambeckett@aol.commando (SamBeckett) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000530143605.04666.00001044@ng-ff1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} My Danielle - Part 1(Mf, cons, rom) Date: Wed, 31 May 2000 02:10:59 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates, apuleius **Authors Note** Standard diclaimers apply. No pay sites to use this without permission. If you are under 21, or you are not supposed to be reading this, DON'T!!! And as always....be good to each other... ************************************************************************** ****** I was standing at the front of the store, waiting for some new employees to arrive for orientation. I had only been with the company, a supermarket chain, for about a year and a half, but had busted my butt and done everything possible to move up as quickly as possible. I was now the store training co-ordinator, and hopefully soon would be brought into upper management. Phil, one of the elderly men who worked as a bagger on the front line came up and greeted me with a handshake. "Hello Steven, waiting for the new hires?" he said warmly. "Yeah Phil, 2 cashiers and 2 front service personnel, all teenagers, can't wait to hear all the gossip about who N'Sync and The Backstreet Boys", I said with a laugh. He smiled and said, "Well one of those cashiers is my granddaughter Danielle." "Really", I replied putting a hand on his shoulder, "If she works half as hard as you do, she will be a great asset to the store, I'll never forget how you showed me the ropes when I first started here, and I'll always be greatful." "Well, you are a fine young man Steven, but I don't want you giving Dani any leeway just because we are friends, she lives with my wife and me, and we are trying to instill some values of hard work in her." Phil said to me. "If you don't mind, " I asked, "why doesn't she live with her parents?" "Well her father is a drunk and her mother right now is in a mental hospital due to her attempting suicide 3 times, so we have taken her in. She is a tough kid, very sensitive, but it is tough raising a 17 year old at our age", he replied. I nodded in understanding "Well, I am only 25 so I can remember what I did to my parents at that age, so I can relate to what you're going through." He laughed, "Yeah, she can be a handful sometimes, but she is my pride and joy, and I am so proud of how she handles herself with everything that has gone on." I noticed some kids walking through the front doors, and assumed it was them. "Is she there with them?" I asked. "Yes," he said, "second from the left." I raised my eyes to view possibly, no definately, the most beautiful vision I had seen in my 25 years of life. She stood about 5 foot 6 inches, had red hair that flowed to just past the middle of her back, and deep green eyes. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt from the local university that didn't show off any of her body and I found myself wondering what lay under there. Snapping back into reality I told Phil I would talk to him later, and went to introduce myself to the young men and women. Now like I said, I am only 25, and being the oldest of 5 children, I know how it is being 16 or 17 years old, as these kids were. Between my own experiences and seeing my siblings deal with their own lives, I was pretty in tune with how younger kids thought and felt. So I escorted them into the training room, and told them to take a seat. "Well, I would like to be the first to welcome you to our store, my name is Steven Stone, and please call me Steve or Steven, Mr. Stone is my father." I said with a smile as they laughed. I continued, "We are going to be here for a few hours, we have some paperwork and videos for you to watch, so lets get the boring stuff out of the way first, and then I'll answer any questions you guys have. I brought some soda and chips, so help yourselves while you fill the paperwork out, and if you have any problems, just ask." As they started to fill things out I looked them over and looked at their applications to associate the faces with the names. There was Dave, a tall, good looking young man. He seemed to command attention and enjoyed it, he had a mischievious, but sincere smile, and I knew I would like him. Then there was John, who was about average height, slighty overweight, but he was the joker of the group. He already cracked a few jokes that had us all laughing and he seemed like a good kid. Next was Tiffany, a skinny girl with glasses and braces. She was a good friend of my sisters, so I knew her well from being at our house and knew she would have no problems with anyone. Then there was Danielle. What I thought was beauty when she walked in had only been the tip of the iceberg. She had a laugh that would fill the whole room up, and a smile that could warm even the coldest heart. I found myself staring at her while they filled out some of their paperwork, but Tiffany brought me back into it by coming to ask me a couple of questions about emergency contact numbers and such. When they were finished I had them watch a few videos about work safety and effects of alcohol and drugs in the workplace, and then answered some of their questions about pay, how to request days off, if they could move up from what they were going to be doing and most general "newbie" questions you get when you have kids who are getting their first job. I looked at my watch and saw that our time was just about over and said to them "OK guys, that about wraps it up for today. Before I show you where to get your schedules for the week, I just want to let you guys know I have an open door policy here. Alot of our management is older and may not always be sensitive to what is going on in your lives. I can relate, as I am not much older than you all, so if you ever have any problems about anything, and you feel you need someone to talk to, just come and see me and I will listen and give you the best advice I can." As we were walking I went over to Danielle and said to her, "Your grandfather is very proud of you, you know." "So you *are* the Steven he always talks about at home", she replied. "Well", I said, "I didn't know he talked about me, but I guess it would be me." "He really likes you", she said, "He once said that if he had a son he would want him to be like you, and with how critical he always is of guys I like, you really must be cool for him to like you." "I like Phil too", I said, "and he has told me alot about you, and what I said back there goes especially for you, if you ever need to talk, I'm here, ok?" "Thanks Steve, I'll remember that", she said as she surprised me by giving me a hug. "I'll see you soon!!" she said with a wave and that beautiful smile of hers as she went to join her friends. I went back to my office and cleaned up, filed the paperwork and went to punch out and go home for the day. No matter what I tried to do that night, whether it be the ballgame on TV, coming on the internet and checking my e-mail, or studing for my upcoming managers test, nothing could get the image of her smile out of my head. I finally gave up, showered and went to bed, but the last image I saw as I fell to sleep was her smiling face as she waved goodbye to me. "Revenge is mine!! So sayeth the leaper" "Oh Boy!!" -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+