She hated her uniform.<br/>A sickly pink and white checked gingham, made of some manmade fabric that always gathered static in the warmth and clung to her in all the wrong places and far too short for her liking.<br/>Normally she would wear a baggy jumper over the top of it while she walked to work, but it had been far too hot lately for that and she wasn't going to miss the pleasure of this breeze, that had sprung up from nowhere.<br/><br/>Tammy stepped out of the house and onto the front porch, looking quickly up and down the street, it was almost deserted, most people hiding from the sun at this time.<br/>She was grateful, at least the local gang of youths wouldn't be making lude comments as she walked past them.<br/>Hopping off the top step and straight down onto the pather she slipped out of the gate, making her way down the road, heading for the main street of the small town and her eight hours of drudgery, but for some reason, she didn't feel that bad about it today.