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  "I don't think I'd mind working at one of the food stands," You tell him.
  
  "Great," He says. "Let me go see where we have some openings and I'll be right back. You just wait here."
  
  He leaves you alone just inside the gate and you watch as he disappears into a building not far away.
  
  You stand there idly, watching as Ducky Park patrons enter the park ready for a fun filled and exciting day at everyone's favorite local amusement park. You see the woman and her daughter who were standing near you in line and smile stupidly at the little girl when her eyes fall on yours with curiosity. She clings to her mothers hand and looks away. She says something to her mother and the woman looks briefly back at you, a cold gaze shooting from her eyes to meet you own. They disappear in the masses soon after.
  
  A short time later you spot Happy Duck entering through the gates and approaching you; his smiling duck bill a sharp contrast to the demeanor of the man within.
  
  "So what're you doing now?" He asks.
  
  "I'm standing here," You tell him.
  
  "Must be nice having an uncle that runs the park," He tells you.
  
  "It kind of is, actually," You reply. "I'm gonna work at one of the food areas."
  
  "Great," he says, "Remind me not to eat today. See you around, dipshit." He waddles off into the masses of park goers, the delight of children and adult alike but the bane of your existence.
  
  A little while later, your uncle Jim returns. "Alright," He says; "I checked it out. We have two food areas in need of help and a third option. You can cook pizza one of the little pizza stands, there's only two people assigned there and ideally we need three. There's a hotdog and french fry stand that's short-handed. And the third option is a lemonade stand. Lemonade stands are pretty much a one man gig and there is an unused stand over by the water park area."
  
  You stare blankly back at him.
  
  "So what's it going to be?" He asks.
  
  > Lemonade Stand
  "To run the lemonade stand all I have to do is squeeze the lemons, throw in the sugar and shake it up, right?" You ask.
  
  "That's about it," You're uncle answers. "Is that what you want to do?"
  
  You nod, deciding that the task seems simple enough. Plus, you pretty much have all the lemonade you can drink.
  
  He tells you there is an empty stand near the water rides that you should go to. He says that someone will be by with the supplies you need. Then he walks away and leaves you standing there.
  
  With nothing to do but find the stand, you head off in the direction of the water rides. You smile at the families, wave to the children, and tip your hat to the ladies.
  
  Eventually you reach your lemonade stand. Moments later, some one brings you a crate of lemons, sugar, and cups on a cart. You pull the cart into the stand with you and the guy leaves you there to set everything up.
  
  You stack the cups in a corner and run the water from the sink to fill a few of the cups. You squeeze the lemons into cups and throw that lemon half into the cup as well. You dump sugar in and shake them up.
  
  It doesn't take long for the customers to come over and start purchasing this favorite refreshment of park goers. They sell for four bucks apiece, six if they want the souvenir cup. They sell like lemonade on a hot day... Which is exactly what they are.
  
  After the initial rush, things slow down a bit and you stand in your little booth staring at the passer-byes as they move along, enjoying the park.
  
  A group of people come out of the white water ride and a young lady walks right over to your lemonade stand in the hopes of quenching her thirst. She wears a white T-shirt that is so drenched from the ride that you can see right through the fabric. The sight of her dark nipples arouses you and you find yourself gawking at her but unable to stop yourself.
  
  "Can I get a lemon shake?" She asks.
  
  You don't answer at first so she repeats herself.
  
  "Can I get a lemon shake, please?"
  
  "You have nice boobs," You reply.
  
  She smiles a little and looks down at them. "Thanks. I knew I shouldn't have worn white, but what am I going to do?" She laughs a little. "Can I get a lemon shake please?"
  
  "Can I touch them?" You ask.
  
  She stops smiling and actually looks a little freaked out. "What?" She asks in shock.
  
  "Your boobs," You say. "Can I touch them?"
  
  "No," She says coldly. "Just make me a lemon shake, would you?" She crosses her arms over her breasts so that your view of her hard dark nipples is blocked.
  
  You hand her one of the pre-made lemon shakes but when she grabs it you don't release the cup from your grip. "come on," You say, "I can see them. I should be able to touch them too."
  
  "You're an asshole," She says plainly, snatching the cup from your hand and walking away furiously. You realize too late that she forgot to pay. But at least you saw her boobs, right?
  
  Several more minutes go by and you serve three more customers. The day is progressing rather slowly and you find yourself thinking back to that one perfect customer and her two perfect breasts. You wish she would come back. Just thinking about her makes your penis harden.
  
  Suddenly your dream of her return becomes a reality. You see her return with your Uncle Jim.
  
  "This is him," She says.
  
  "Ricky?" He asks.
  
  "Yeah?" You reply.
  
  "Did you sexually harass this young lady?" He inquires.
  
  "I don't even know what that means," You tell him honestly. You caught the words sex and ass, but aren't sure about the rest.
  
  "He asked if he could touch my boobs," She says.
  
  You smile sheepishly.
  
  "Come here, Ricky," He tells you. You walk out from the lemonade stand and remember only afterwards that your penis is still stiff from thinking about her breasts. You glance at her chest but are disappointed to see that the fabric has dried enough that her nipples are not clearly noticeable.
  
  "What was he doing, playing with it?!?" She asks, pointing at your dick.
  
  "You can touch it if you want," You tell her.
  
  "That's it," Uncle Jim says, grabbling you by the collar of your shirt. "I hate to do this, Ricky, but you leave me no choice." He leads you through the park, pulling you by the collar, until you reach the gate.
  
  "You're fired," He tells you. "Go home."
  
  You hang your head in shame and start the long walk home. A few hours later you walk through your door to find your father waiting for you, belt in hand.
  
  "You got fired?" Your father says.
  
  You don't reply verbally, but nod.
  
  "For trying to touch a girls boobs?"
  
  Again, you nod.
  
  Your father shakes his head in disgust before cracking you with the belt over and over again, welts rising quickly on your skin.
  
  You cry yourself to sleep that night. All you wanted was to touch the boobies the girl was shoving in your face. What's so wrong about that? It's not like you just reached out and grabbed them, you asked. Now your father is pissed off at you and your back hurts from belt whippings.
  
  You have no one to blame except Ducky Park.