Returned next week, the usual Friday night rigmarol of shopping for the week, tired, with a list in my hand of immediate/weekly want's. Thinking of Karen!...look around, usual bunch of people, busy with their own thoughts and day-to-day- problems.. 'Get it over with and go home' ..no Karen in sight . . . 'Oh Well'.. It was in the Buiscuit Ailse. I was seeking coconut buiscuits . . . my favourite!!. She....unnoticeable until now...was after the same product. My hand inadverdantly/somehow, got caught in the buttons of her blouse and brushed her breast!!. She reacted rather than expected, given the situation.
"Do you mind"!. The vision materialized before my eyes...gulp.
"I....am so sorry", I somehow explained, grasping for air at not only for what I had just done, but for the apparition that stood before me!!.
"And so you should be, you freak", the Vision of Angels Said.
"Hey,! hold on a minute, Miss", I said..."It was a genuine mistake, I was only reaching for the biscuits".
The apparation spoke,"Ohkay, in the first place, I am not a Miss, my name is Melissa, in the second place, what biscuits are you after"?.
Corny?, uh..no, Females have a right to question everything. Because.... "Maureen.....don't mind....do you?....I happen to like coconut biscuits . . . Dave, by-the-way".
She/Melissa...looked at me, I reciprocated, after all...one good stare deserves another! . . .and, I wasn't far off the mark . . .now that I had broken a couple of buttons off her blouse could see, peeking out from under her wunderbra..coconuts that do NOT grow on trees!! . .full of youth . .young . even fruitfull!!, her ripened nipples threatening to challenge the guarantee of the strength of the fabric itself!!!
Blushing furiously at my stare, she gathered up the blouse collars and twisted them with a dainty hand around her neck . .turning to walk away. I caught her arm, she twisted as though struck by lightning . . "Do you mind"!!!. . .her voice sounded frightened..
"Melissa . .an accident", I said . .my mind searching for something intelligent to say . . . . "it's just that I had coconuts on my mind and couldn't help but look"!!
She gave me a searching look herself, and seeing the sincerity in my eyes . (honest . .guys)!!!! . .smiled and said,
"OhKay then, but not your fault...but there are better ways to touch a woman than to be as obvious as that".
"Wrong foot, Melissa....it is Melissa, is it?", she nodded affirmativly, "it was purely unintentional,"!
Melissa looked askance at me, as if sizing me up..."I believe you, Dave??, honesty is a virtue in my book, are you a virgin"?.
Yeah...well...pigs fly....I ain't no virgin, and, looking at Melissa, if she wasn't then only Thor and the Gods had had her, if (you know what I mean)!!
"Ummmm...up until yesterday, as far as I know", I replied, furrowing my brow to quite remember when!!!
"Oh...I'm so soooryyy", Melissa - Vision apologetically said, looking very concerned as to my predicament!!.
'Whaaaaaa......t!, she.......... Sooooorrryyyy', my neathrandrtal brain, somehow finally connecting from my ears to my thinking processor being connected and put into coherant thought, digested that last statement.
"Look", Vision said, "finish shopping....ring", she wrote a number on the back of my shopping list.
"Gee, thanks, Melissa ....See Ya",...fully expecting to See 'HER' never again, continued shopping, looking, but not espying her again, amongst the Friday Night melee of shopping.
Go Home...unpack shopping..mind elsewhere...mainly on previous weeks goals -work - bonuses?...(laugh to myself)...maybe next quarter? ...check shopping list against spurilous prices, (don't trust checkout girls), throw list on table, reveals phone number??..
.Dail.....Answers....
"Hello" . .a female voice.
"Melissa"? . .I enquire.
"Who's This"?, she say's.
"Dave" . . .I say.