To Get a New Shirt

*Dwing* She jumped at the sound of her phone, part of her was sure it was Hubert. But when she looked at the message it was Alicia. [Are you coming in today?]

Lindsey wiped her eyes, [Sorry, I’m on my way.] She realized her phone was working again. Was Hubert done with her? Now that her marriage was ruined.

Lindsey looked down at her destroyed shirt. She couldn’t go into the office like that. There weren’t any clothing stores between Nate’s office and hers. She could likely find a shirt at a gas station, and she needed gas soon anyways. Two birds, one stone.

She pulled up at the pump, pressing buttons to pay inside. She watched the numbers tick up on the pump, trying to come up with any solution to her problems. How to convince Nate that it was all Hubert. How to get Hubert to leave her alone.

“Damn girl, ya’re fine as hell,” the guy on the other side of the pump said. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t even see him pull up. He was a lanky white guy, a sparse mustache, his oversized red basketball jersey for the Big City Courts hung midway down his thighs.

He sauntered around, leaning against the bollard. “How ‘bout ya let me show ya a good time? We ain’t even gotta go far, I got a bed in the van,” he said with a wink, gesturing to the van on the other side of the pump. She could make out a topless woman painted on the side.

The nozzle clicked, her gas done pumping. She jiggled the handle placing it back in its place. Closing her cap, and turning to go inside. She ran straight into the lanky guy. “Woah, careful Momma,” he said catching her with a hand on her shoulder the other just happening to catch her ass.

Lindsey steadied herself and pulled away from the stranger. “So, what d’ya say?”

She quirked her head, “What?”

“Me, you, we have some fun and make Sophia bounce,” he talked to Lindsey’s cleavage.

“Sophia?”

He laughed, “Sophia, the hottie on the van.” He licked his lips, running his hand down her arm, grabbing her hand, “Let me show ya a good time.” He started pulling her towards his van.