Was a paperboy for a few years then after leaving school I worked for a firm of book illustrators. I really enjoyed my time there and it was sad when the bosses decided to close up and move on.
They did get us all jobs with a company who were the main competition so they didn't leave us out to dry. That didn't last long for me because we had a weird 'supervisor' who had the un-nerving penchant for bending over in front of young lads (me being one such) whilst wearing very short skirts, and no knickers.
She was very attractive too but had a real hard edge to her and would never ever crack a smile. Woe betide you if she didn't like something you had done.
I had at that time never heard the term 'dominatrix' but it would fit her to a tee.
I was scared so I made my excuses and left.
