It was a hot summer's day. Not one of those muggy, humid, days, but one with a dry heat. Still plenty hot though. I needed to do my weeks shopping so I headed down to the local supermarket. No problems inside the supermarket because it was air-conditioned, but outside in the parking lot it was a scorcher. You could feel the heat radiating up off the pavement. I could even feel the heat through the soles of my shoes.
I did my shopping and there was a lot of it. Even before I'd finished my rounds I'd decided that I was going to go for home delivery. I was all for some hired peon doing the toting while I stayed in the house and kept cool. Of course, I had to take the frozen stuff with me but that was easy enough.
"By the way, Emma," Suzy, my checkout girl said, "we have a new delivery boy. His name's Billy-Bob."
"Sound like he's a hill-billy," I said with a smile.
"Funny you should say that. He is. He turned up a couple of days ago looking for work. While he was waiting to speak to Joe the Robinson boys decided to cut up rough. You know how they get."
I agreed that I did know how they got. Pig-headed jerks at school and pig-headed jerks now that they'd left school.
"Anyway, Billy-Bob suggested to them that they were being rude and needed to calm down a little."
"And I bet that went down like a lead balloon."
"Uh-huh. They cut up rough. The trouble was that Billy-Bob cut up rougher without any trouble whatsoever. He just barged between them, put his arms around their waists, and started squeezing. They tried to hit him and he just squeezed tighter. He also very politely suggested that they might want to calm down. When he let go they both dropped to the ground and were very calm. They gave Billy-Bob dirty looks but stopped mucking around and left."
"What does this Billy-Bob look like -- a gorilla?"
"Funny enough he's probably smaller than either of the Robinson boys. But stronger. A lot stronger."
"Well good for him. We've needed someone to put those two in their place. Hopefully they've learned a lesson."
"Learned a lesson? Emma, we are talking about the Robinson boys."
I laughed. After that I gathered up my bags of frozen things and left Suzy to finish bagging and tagging everything else. I then headed home to put away the frozen things.
Suzy had warned me that there were a number of deliveries to be made and to not expect mine until after lunch. She was quite right. I'd just finished lunch when I heard the old truck that the supermarket used for their delivery runs. Everyone knows that truck. It's probably fifty years old and it looks it. It's a wonder that it still runs, let alone runs well enough to carry loads, but it manages.
I opened up the front door as the truck pulled up and watched as this kid got out. When I say kid, that's what he looked like, but he must have been at least eighteen or there was no way known Joe would have let him drive the truck. Very conscientious about his legal responsibilities is Joe, taking care to ensure that the supermarket wasn't going to get sued for something silly like letting a minor drive.
I was willing to admit that Suzy was right when she said that he was smaller than the Robinson boys but that was height-wise. Across the shoulders I was willing to be that he was a lot wider. He had a short-sleeved shirt on so I could see that he was muscular. It was no wonder that he'd brought those idiots into line. He was blonde and quite handsome. Okay. A lot handsome. He'd be a real killer when he had a few more years. Who was I kidding? He was a real killer right now. One thing that was noteworthy was the look of total innocence on his face. That face absolutely shouted that I'm naïve and a virgin.
I was only a couple of years older than him, would be my guess, but I was married so naturally knew what was what where men and women were concerned. I'd be willing to lay long odds that Billy-Bob didn't.
"Hi, I'm Emma," I said, strolling over to meet him. "You're Billy-Bob I take it?"
"Yes'm," he agreed. "Here with your groceries. Where do you want them?"
"Just pile them on the veranda," I told him. "I'll cart them in from there."
"I can take them through to your kitchen if you like," he suggested. "Saves you toting them about."
"Why, thank you. I'd appreciate that. It puts you one up on the last driver. He had a tendency to just put them next to where he stopped and let me worry about the rest."
I went back inside, snibbing the wire door open so that Billy-Bob didn't have to keep opening and closing it. He followed along a few moments later, carrying four bags.
"Only four?" I asked, nodding at the bags.
"I only ever take four at a time," he said with a smile. "I could take the entire lot at once if I had to but I don't have to so why bother? This way you can sort out the first few bags while I'm getting more. Besides, carrying all those bags at once is a real hassle. You have to twist and turn to get through doorways. Not worth it."
He dumped the bags on the kitchen floor and turned to get some more bags while I started putting things away. I'd simply pick up one bag at a time and put it on the table and start emptying it. That way I didn't have a lot of clutter on the table and I could tidy up quickly as I went.
I was bending down to pick up the last bag when Billy-Bob returned. Did I mention that it was a hot day? I'm pretty sure I did. One effect of a hot day was that I skipped a bra and was just wearing a sundress. A fairly low-cut sundress I have to admit. While you couldn't see any cleavage as such you could certainly see the swell of my breasts at the neckline. (I'd actually seen Billy-Bob carefully not noticing that.)
When you bend down to pick up a bag while wearing a low-cut sundress it is only to be expected that the neckline would gape somewhat, revealing all as they say. Well, not quite all, but it certainly put my breasts on display and a continued view down to a pair of bikini style panties. From the blush on Billy-Bob's face he certainly noticed that, although he heroically looked away and pretended he didn't. I carefully didn't notice that I'd given him an eyeful.
