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Vodka Rocks Surprise

... Dragging along in her wake. Like a feather lifted by the wind. But then I had the presence of mind to pull myself up, and stop. Feigning interest at a shelf of washing powders. But my eyes still followed her. Right around the shop. And as she made her way to the checkout, I slipped in tow a couple of yards behind, to a different till. The checkout girl could have been ringing through a lifetime’s supply of baby food for all I was aware. My eyes never left the other till. Timing was crucial. Too quick and I would be out before her and have to hover around nonchalantly. Checking my receipt perhaps, as cover. To late and she might disappear off across the car park, get into her car and drive out of my life forever. I timed it perfectly, and followed her outside, at a discreet distance of course, catching the perfect silhouette of her hourglass figure, as she passed from the relative shade of the shop into the bright summer sunlight. It couldn’t have been better if a Hollywood lighting designer was on the case. I’m not sure exactly what my plan was. To say hello. To smile. ‘Lovely day isn’t it.’ Fuck knows. Something. Anything. She, don’t forget, had smiled at me already, so we already had some kind of connection. However tentative. I just didn’t want her to go. To leave me here in my humdrum unemployed tin of fish and a loaf of bread reality. I wanted the fairy tale to continue. The spell. She’d passed me the poisoned apple for me to bite. And I bit. Swallowed it whole. Core. ...

... Pips. Stalk. Even the plastic wrapper. Going out into the bright sunshine suddenly broke the spell. And the sensible part of my brain made me stop. Who am I k**ding? She probably gets hit on all the time everywhere she goes. And by guys a lot better at doing it than I was. I stood stock still. Like a pillar of salt. I let go of the plastic bag and it slumped to the ground. Crumpled like my ego. And watched her walk away. Then my heart almost stopped. She turned her head and gave me another warm and knowing smile. She knew I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her the whole time. I’m sure most of the other men in there hadn’t either, but I hadn’t noticed them. They were mostly older men. Staff. The odd pensioner. Married men. Maybe they were better at doing their lecherous staring surreptitiously. I expect it’s a skill you develop over the course of a married life. Because let’s face it, you will never hear the end of it if your wife catches you ogling a fit young woman. Fortunately for me at the time, I hadn’t yet had to acquire that skill. And indeed no thoughts of that nature ever entered my befuddled little head. I was too busy pining for my dream princess returning to the glamorous world from whence she had no doubt come. Sigh. ‘I could never have a woman like that.’ I almost said out loud as I watched her put her shopping bags on the back seat of a very expensive-looking car. A Jaguar I think. Though car spotting was never my strong point. It might have been a Merc. Who ...