Arrive outside the store at 1:45 to pick the saleswoman up.

My throat was dry and tight as I eased the car to a stop next to the curb outside the store. My stomach ached and my palms were sweaty, I was shaking as I waited to find out what would happen when the woman finished her shift.

I watched the clock in my car, trying not to scream as the minutes ticked by at a painfully slow pace. 1:56, 1:57, 1:58...it felt like forever before the numbers on the clock read 2:00. I gulped and looked up at the tinted glass of the doors that I had walked through just hours before.

Thinking of leaving the store earlier brought a little smile to my face as I remembered the perfect lace teddy that was stashed in the back of my bottom drawer at home. Thinking of the material against my body almost made me forget why I was sitting there, until the doors opened and the saleswoman emerged.

She smiled wickedly when she saw me, and slowly made her way across the wide sidewalk to where my car was parked. As she walked she pulled the clips from her hair and released a cascade of dark brown hair from the bun that confined it all day. She slid the clips into the pocket of her jacket and paused as she reached the passenger side my car, her hand on the door handle. My entire body clenched with fear and excitement.

I jumped as I heard her voice, and I quickly saw why she had stopped without getting in. A young man, tall and blonde and good looking, wearing a blue button down shirt and khaki pants was walking across the parking lot toward her. They exchanged a few words, muffled by the closed window, and then he walked away and she got in the car next to me. She turned and offered me that same wicked smile, and I looked back at her, not sure what to say.