I set out at 10:00 that night. I was 18 years old, it was summertime and I was bored. I was going to go cruise Noland Road, the main strip in my area of Kansas City, and hoped to find some action.
I got onto the strip from the highway, and headed north. The drag was only about a mile long, and you would pretty much just go from one end to the other, stopping in parking lots along the way to have a beer or to talk to people that you knew, or some group of girls if you were lucky. As I drove I could see that this wasn't going to be a really exciting night. The cops were everywhere and had obviously run most the kids off. I decided that I would hang out in the parking lot of the big discount store at the end of the street where everyone turned around to head back down the road. I thought this would be a good place to see what might be going on.
I sat there for an hour, drinking on a case of beer that I had gotten some bum to buy for me in exchange for a bottle of wine. I saw a few cars full of boys pull in, bass thumping from the trucks of their cars, and head back the way the way the came. I didn't see any lone female at all.
As I sat, listening to the radio, I became aware of the woman working at the gas station across the street. She had come out of the store a couple of times to chase off the young men who stood talking at the entrance. She wasn't really what I looked for in a woman. She was maybe 15 years older than I was, maybe in her mid-thirties. She had short, dark hair and a smallish figure, not terribly skinny, but definitely not stacked, as I usually liked a woman to be. Her pants were tight and really showed off her well-rounded ass when she bent to pick up some piece of debris on her way back into the store. I watched more through the window of the gas station. I could see how she smiled sweetly at the customers as they came to her station. I could see the way that she seemed to flirt some with everyone who came into the store, men and women alike.
I had drunk half of my beer, so I thought I would try my luck with the girl at the gas station. I drove across the street and parked away from the doors, and waited for a moment to see if anyone who looked as if they were of age to purchase alcohol might stroll by, but they never did. I finally decided to walk into the station and get the beer myself. I picked up a twelve pack and some beef jerky and strolled up to the counter. Up close, the woman was really quite striking. She had the high cheekbones of a Native American, and her skin was only a little lighter. Her hair was light brown, but it was dyed judging by her eyebrows. Her eyes were like coal; she didn't look at you but into you. I got a bit weak in the knees; I was much more struck by her than I felt I should be, as there was nothing really exciting about the way she looked.
"You old enough to buy this" She asked me, still looking directly into my soul, it seemed.
"What, the jerky? I think so…what age limit they putting on that now?" I smiled slyly at her, she laughed.
"I didn't see anyone else sitting out there with you, hon, why you need all that beer?" She smiled now; she reminded me of my older sister with the look she gave me.
I decided that I would try and have some fun, so I said "I thought that you might want to have a couple of these with me, when you get off of work."
"I don't think so, baby, you'd better just put that away and go back outside." She wasn't smiling anymore.
I walked back and put the beer away, stuck the jerky in my pants and left.
I sat back across the street and drank another nine beers, and was pretty much drunk. The line of cars had pretty much dried up by 12:30 am, and I was just listening to the radio and waiting to get sober enough to drive myself home.
I must have fallen asleep, because I heard a knocking on my window and when I looked at the clock on my radio it was 3:00 AM. The knock came from the dark haired girl from the gas station.
