She Picks Her Up

I was in front of the store at 2:00 promptly. I did not want to go to jail, and I could not afford a big fine. She came strutting out of the store at 2:03 and walked boldly up to me. I studied her more closely as she walked up, her hair was dark, just a few streaks of gray. She was probably about 40 years old, she was thin, and well built. She looked like she worked out on a regular basis. The blouse and skirt she wore showed off her body and legs good. If I was not so nervous I might have found her attractive.

"Hello Suzy, I'm glad you made the right decision," she said. "My name is Sarah, let's go for a ride."

She got in the car and I took off. "Anywhere in particular I asked her?"

"Just follow my directions," she answered. "Start by taking 270 north to the 71 exit."

I got onto the freeway and headed in the direction she said. She didn't say anything; she just stared out of the window.

"Look, I don't know what your game is," I said to her, "But you really can't prove anything at this point. No one but you knows I was even in the store, and who would believe you now?"

"I have you on film," she answered. "I can file a claim any time in the next six months to a year and it will be valid."

"Oh, I answered, my heart sinking.

We didn't talk again for about 10 minutes. The 71 exit was coming up and I asked her, "North or South?"

"Head South," she answered. Then she proceeded to give me directions to her house which was about another 10 minutes. When we got to her driveway she said, "Come on in."

We entered her large and expensively decorated home. She was certainly well off. I wondered for a moment why she was working in a store. Maybe she owned it I thought.

"Would you like something to drink," she asked.

Some ice water would be great," I answered. My nervousness was making my mouth dry.

I heard ice clinking into a glass in the kitchen, and she soon reappeared with a glass of water for me. She came up to me, very close, strangely close. Her hand brushed mine as she handed me the glass of ice water. I saw a look in her eyes that I was not prepared for, a look of desire.

My heart did a little flip flop as I tried to understand what was going on. I took a step back and asked her, "What is this all about? What do you want from me?"