The truth is that this forty-year-old’s spirits collapsed when she applied for the waitress position at this club, and saw all the other applicants. Of course, they were all explosive twenty-somethings with mini skirts and dizzying necklines, as if they needed to show off. But she was not far behind; She was still a hottie, I knew she was very attractive, and her fake tits were difficult for those girls to imitate. And above all, she didn’t mind screwing the manager of the place in order to get the job; That was what tipped the balance, the piece of dust that the bald man threw at the mature bitch.