A lil caffeine pill is probably bad for my k**neys and heart, but it sure gets me in the perv mood.The first thing I do when I enter the store is look...to see what cashiers are working, and I begin to scope out the youngest and cutest one they have available. Sometimes I don't manage to get a chick, and it's a dude. Still kinda fun, but I prefer to have young cute chicks smiling at me while they fold the panties I am going to have stretched across my throbbing penis within fifteen minutes.Oh,. The afternoon seemed to spin away so quickly, and when we put the bikes in the back of the truck and headed for home, I was disappointed. True, I’d had a nice conversation with Yolanda, but I didn’t learn an awful lot. I was well aware of how attractive she was, but that wasn’t what I was interested in. I wanted to find a way to crack the walls she had erected around herself. I’m not sure what my motives were, but it was becoming a challenge that I couldn’t or wouldn’t ignore. As a side effect,. That's what this day has become, a giant tub of shit and dreams. The single light in the cart flickers at the very end. My panties are nearly soaked through and only getting worse. She was silent sitting across from me, I refuse to meet her eyes, nervous as hell, and almost panting from anxiety and the thought of doing something petty. What if I got up and pretended to fall or trip and land on her lap. Put on the sexy innocent face jutting out my lower lip into a sexy pout. She couldn't. Does that make sense?”“No, not at all. You can be both.”Shelby simply couldn’t help herself. She snorted and giggled at me, doing nothing to improve my mood.I stood up in disgust, searching for my discarded clothes.“Jacob, where are you going? Sit down.”I glared at her in anger. “I’m not going to sit here naked with you and be laughed at.”“Jacob, come sit down and give me five minutes.”I stood there, shaking in anger and biting my lip.“Five minutes,” I said, and sat back down, looking directly.