Itās been a month since Debbie had that unbelievably great sex with Dallas. She started working days, and wasnāt able to stop into the gas station at midnight when he was working. She wondered what he had been up to. Why they didnāt exchange phone numbers is beyond her. Probably, because they just assumed that their little encounter would be a one-time fling.
Deb decided to swing past the gas station one night when she was having trouble sleeping. When she pulled up front, she noticed a woman working. She got out of the car and went inside. Going up to the counter and ordering a pack of cigarettes, her normal menthol light brand. As the clerk was ringing them up, Deb asked where Dallas was. The unfriendly woman standing on the opposite side of the counter simply answered āHe Quitā.
The first thing that went through Debbieās head was damn. Yes, she would miss seeing him when she went back to her normal afternoon shift. As she drove home she wondered if she would run into him around town. After all, this wasnāt that large of place to live in.
Three more weeks went by, and then Debbie was back to working her normal afternoon shift at the hospital. After finishing her first night, she decided to stop at the 7-11 store on her way home. She was standing in front of the cooler deciding if she wanted juice or a bottle of coke, when she heard a familiar voice. She turned to see who had just said hi, and there he was.
Dallas was standing there in faded jeans, and a black button down shirt. He had his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Leaning against the cooler door now, he told Debbie that he was beginning to wonder if he would see her again.
Deb grabbed a bottle of juice, and paid for it. Dallas, not buying anything, followed her out to the parking lot. Since the window in the car was down, she tossed the bottle of juice in, and turned to face him. Saying that she had stopped in at the gas station and found out that he had quit. Thatās when Dallas explained that he had taken a job at the large downtown hotel as a cook.
Debbie had known that he was trained as a chef, and was just killing time working at the gas station until the right cooking job came along. Guess it finally did, she thought. They continued with the small talk for a few minutes. Then, Dallas told her that he had read her latest story, and that he loved it. She thanked him saying that it was he was her inspiration.
āCare to do more researchā? Dallas asked. Debbie smiled, and looked at him devilish answering that she just might need some persuasion. On that note, Dallas place both hands on the top of the car, surrounding Debbie, and leaned in and kissed her. It was a long and very passionate kiss. Some college age guys had pulled into the parking lot, and yelled āGet a roomā at them. Dallas took a step back, and said ānot a bad ideaā. Debbie agreed.