Stephen's face made several micro movements before the words came out, "I don't know what to do about that."

"About what? About applying for the manager job?"

"Yeah. I don't think I'm qualified enough to do it. I think Eric is just being nice about it, and I don't think I'd actually be able to get the job."

Grace reached out to touch his thigh, "Babe, he practically told you if you applied, you'd get the job."

"Sure, but it couldn't be that easy, though, right?"

Grace shrugged her shoulders, "For all we know, it could be."

"Hmm," mumbled Stephen, looking out the side window.

"Would you like the job?"

Stephen's head drifted back and forth, "It would be pretty nice. Especially to get an advancement after all the years I'd poured into this place. Managers make really good salaries here, so that would just about clear up all the money problems. But they are always here, too. They work their a.s.ses off for the store, and have to make tough decisions. They have to provide the business sense to keep this store running. I mean, trust me, if this store was just left to the owners, it would have been out of business a long time ago."

"Eric seems to think a lot about your experience and your qualities," noted Grace, quietly.

Stephen smiled, "He's always been like that. We've always gotten along well, and Eric is easy to work for."

"From the sounds of it, you'd be working more with him if you took the job," she said.

"Can you... can you see into his mind? Would he hire me if I applied?"

Grace closed her eyes and shook her head, "No. Not s.e.xual enough, and not enough love. Sorry, that's outside my abilities."

"Oh right," Stephen chuckled, before slowly turning on the car.

"Tell me you'll think about it, though, okay?" Grace pressed, after they pulled out of the parking lot.

"Don't like the idea of being a girlfriend to just a stock clerk?" Stephen asked in a teasing matter.

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Grace didn't seem to get the joke, "No, I want you to be happy. And I also know that you aren't entirely happy with being stuck doing the same job there. Especially when you have the qualities to make a good floor manager."

"You really think I'd be good at it?"

Grace nodded enthusiastically.

He pondered her answer for a moment before responding, "Hmm, okay. I'll think about it."

"Promise?"

Stephen laughed, "I promise."

"Much better, boyfriend," she grinned, triumphantly.

"Are you always used to getting your way?" He chuckled.

"Why yes, I am, babe. I would have thought you'd know that by now. Besides," teased Grace, reaching over to rub the crotch of his shorts. Stephen gulped as his c.o.c.k sprang back to life. "You usually enjoy when I get my way," she giggled.