Pick up a few things?

As you walk to your car one thing you can't help but think about is that in all the paperwork, setting up your car insurance, and finalizing everything, the id worked perfectly. From social security number to birthday, to address it all was accepted by the computer. Which gets you thinking. Perhaps you should check out the address. That said you are in an unfamiliar city. If it is the same one as on your license it is somewhere called Bartonville, Il. “I guess I need to find a gps or a map or something.” You say as you start the car. Then throwing it in reverse you add, “And a fucking gun.” Pulling out of the lot, you can see there are several police cars lurking about, not sure if you are what they are looking for, you slip it into drive, let off the clutch easy, and slide into the street in the opposite direction. Not slowing or doing anything else till you see a sign that says to go left to get to Peoria. A few blocks later and you spot a large electronics store and head inside.

Strolling around you are approached by several workers asking if they can help you, and every time you are pretty sure they are at least admiring your body. Each time you can't help but smile a little bigger, the horror of your situation somehow lessened by the knowledge that you are one fucking hot little slut. You head over and pick out a gps unit for your car, going cheep for only $180. Satisfied, you stroll into the music section and feel compelled to pick up a total of five cd's all of dance music, mostly with women singers. As you head for the door something else seems to call to you as if important somehow and you find yourself in the camera section. Looking each over you pick up a big Nikon dslr and feel it in your hand. Then head for the door. When you go up to pay the girl asks if it will be cash or charge and for whatever reason you can't help but ask, “I don't have a card. How do I get one?” She guides you to the help desk and you fill out all of the forms, stating for a job that you are photographer for whatever reason, the camera just seems to make it true, and list your income as $30,000 per year. The young guy at the desk can't take his eyes off of your cleavage and punches it all into the computer.

A few minutes later he smiles and says, “Did you have something you wanted to buy today? You forgot to fill that part out.”

“Oh ya. You say not sure why you are bothering again, then you blurt out, a camera, I need a new camera.”

“Ok no problem let me type that in. Dslr then?” He asks looking at your sheet. You nod and he adds, “Let's try three thousand then.” More clicking on the keypad then he smiles again. “Ok well it looks like you were approved to buy that camera, it set your limit at $5000 pretty high I am a little surprised. You will receive your card and first bill in the mail or you can get to our website here to pay online.” He taps the piece of paper and circles the web address. “Just go pick out all of what you need and we can finish up here.”

“Thank you.” You say with a smile and go back and pick out a fancy new two thousand dollar full frame Nikon camera plus a telephoto zoom lens and pair of prime lenses, a 50mm and a 24mm wide angle. All total after he rings you up you end up with a new debt of $3200 dollars after adding the gps, a pay as you go phone, the cd's, a bag of red licorice, and a bottle of soda. As you walk outside you can't help but giggle a bit at the fact that they just gave you a $5000 credit limit. “Crazy.” Is all you can say as you climb back into your sporty little car.

Plugging the gps into your car you watch the opening screens while deciding what to do next. On the one hand you want to check out your address, but at the same time twice you have been attacked by some kind of monster and the note that you are pretty confidant you can trust gave you a gun.