Susan picked the shopping cart that had the baby seat attached on the front. Not the one where kids put there legs through, but a seat like the one in her car where she has to put a newborn baby in. She pushed through the many isles of the women's clothing section, trying to pick out some new clothes for herself as well as her daughter who would most likely not where anything that she picks out for her; but she will still try anyway.
She was wearing a yellow dress with little red flowers on them. As soon as her husband left to work that morning, she undid the top three buttons on her dress to show a small but noticeable cleavage that she hoped would get her some attention. But as it was in the middle of the day, in the women's section of the department store, she wasn't finding that much attention except from the disapproving eyes of some of the older women shopping there that day.
As luck would have it for her, a stock boy who was passing by pushing a cart stacked with boxes was passing by. Instantly he took a notice to her as she slightly flipped blonde hair. She gave him a subtle smile and a seductive look with her blue eyes. And of course, it didn't take him long to get a look at her cleavage that stuck out like a sore thumb. He kept looking at her as he kept on going before she was out of sight.
Susan was finally happy, all she wanted was to be noticed a little by a man today and she got it. It has been three weeks since that incident at the gas station bathroom, and it's all she's been thinking about since then. She kept wondering when and how she will be able to get to experience the joy and excitement that she felt that day.
After she paid for her items, she went back to her car. She placed her purchased items in the trunk and put the baby in the safety seat in the back. She was already to go except for one minor detail, her car wouldn't start. She popped the hood of the engine and looked inside. It was then that she remembered that she knew nothing about car engines and had no idea of what she was supposed to be looking for.
"May I help you miss?" A voice said.
Susan turned around and saw the stock boy that she saw earlier out of his uniform and into his casual clothes. He was a good looking man, about 25 or 26 years of age. He stood at least 5'8, medium build, and had brown hair and eyes.
"Oh yes, can you?" Susan replied.
He turned the key in the ignition first and then checked the engine.
"Well I don't know miss, I'm guessing it's the battery but I'm not completely sure."
"Damn," she said. "I have laundry to take out of the washer. The timer is busted and I don't want to ruin my clothes."
"Well," he began to say. "I could drive you home if you want. You could call your mechanic to pick it up later.
"Oh, could you really?" She said, pretending like she was a woman in desperate need of a man's help.
She didn't really have laundry to do. But while he was checking her car engine and she was checking his ass, she got an idea. After they put her items in the trunk and the baby, who was sound asleep, in the back seat they were off.
"Thank you again for doing this," she said.
"It's not a problem miss," he replied.
"Please, call me Susan."
"Ok, you can call me Mick."