Signed, Hank
I worked in a bank when I was a naïve 19 year old. I hated working there for many reasons, but mostly it was the dress code; stockings, heels and skirts, really annoyed me. Pantyhose just make me want to scratch my ass and standing in a pair of pumps all day is murder on your arches.

As I was working the lobby window one day, a man came in, handed me some cash through the Plexiglas window and told me to give him rolled change in exchange for the wad of cash. Yes, how shocking I know. But at the conclusion of the “currency” portion of our transaction, he handed me another slip of paper, a deposit slip torn in half. Now, I was young and green, but even I knew that when a nervous man slips you a note and you’re a bank teller, maybe you should hit the deck. I didn’t though, instead I read the note right there in front of him. The note read, “What’s under that skirt? Signed, Hank”

Oooh, this was exciting. I looked up and Hank was walking out of the lobby. I wanted to call out for him, make some excuse that he had forgotten his receipt or something, but I was frozen, and he walked out onto the busy street outside.

I thought about Hank constantly. I volunteered to work the lobby window every day, sometimes even covering lobby and drive thru myself just so I would be able to see him again.
Finally, 12 days later, Hank walked in again and I almost ran to the window. He was calm cool and collected, passed me the cash through the window same as before. And again, when we were done, he passed me a note, “What’s under that skirt?”

Okay, now I was officially hot for Hank. Before he left this time though, I stopped him, “When can I show you?” was all I said. He looked me in the eye, turned and walked out the door.

What the fuck?

Again, I anxiously await Hank’s return. This time, it was 10 days later. Same thing. Same note. Same exit.

This guy was driving me crazy! A week later he came in and I stopped him before he handed me the cash. I said, “Hank, when do you want to find out the answer to your question?”

He said, “How about right now?” This perplexed me, because we were, after all, in a bank during the middle of the day. I was hoping for a late supper and candlelit bath perhaps.

Hank repeated what he’d said, and then slipped me another note, “I know what’s under that skirt and it’s not brains, now get a fucking bag and fill it with cash. Right fucking now.”

I froze. I was frozen. Completely frozen. I didn’t know what to despite being trained in this sort of scenario by bank management. I tried to speak but I couldn’t. Before I knew it, Hank was grabbed from behind by our enormous security guard and thrown to the ground. Someone else got spooked by Hank or saw my reaction and rang the silent alarm as I stood there paralyzed for what felt like an eternity. The local police came, the state police came, even a local FBI field agent showed up. I was interrogated by ALL of them and even though I didn’t know Hank, it was determined I had prior knowledge of his intent and I was fired.

Hank, on the off chance that you’re reading this, I’d still like to show you what’s under my skirt.
(persnickety I Am The Seaward, Mon 20 Jul 2009, 20:23, 13 replies)

Hi
My names Hank. Can I uh, see, uh, what's under your old skirt-a-roony please?
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Mon 20 Jul 2009, 20:26, closed)

no
he's not Hank, I am!!!! Show me what's under your skirt immediately!
( catweasle neither a cat nor a weasle, Mon 20 Jul 2009, 21:02, closed)

No...

(AusMark, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 2:51, closed)

hahahahahaahahaha
chokes on tea
( rofl harris, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 11:52, closed)

Forget I like this
I LOVE this
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Mon 20 Jul 2009, 22:09, closed)

ooops
and thank you lovely lady!
(persnickety I Am The Seaward, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 11:33, closed)

How long before....
Spanky tags onto this?
( snee held his breath since, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 8:30, closed)

Evidently not too fucking long...
this is just LOVELY!

Have a click!
( SpankyHanky, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 9:54, closed)

i'm blushing
thank you sirs!
(persnickety I Am The Seaward, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 11:32, closed)

Confused
What the fu....

Is this a film link?

And now i wanna see. Damn it.

Ohh something shiny. *wanders off*

edit; not before clicking
(StyX is staring at you, yes YOU!!!, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 12:21, closed)

This is exactly my response

( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 12:31, closed)

This is awesome
Love the writing style.
( rofl harris, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 12:52, closed)

Love it
Good story, well told. Have a click, you strumpet.
( Scrumper, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 16:03, closed)