I punched harder, and harder each punch shaking my body, as I threw my last punch I spun, felt my fist hit the leather and saw you, you were peering a...ound the corner, biting your lip and tried to duck, but it was too late. I saw you, and you saw me, I walked over, it was just us here so I knew this couldn't be a coincidence. "What are you doing here"?You looked down, then to me, all you could say was, "you".Then passion took over, who knows who kissed first, but I pushed you against the wall. Then, “I wish I’d had a hot MILF next door when I was Johnny’s age.”“Is that what I am?”“It’s what you are to him.”“You make me sound like some kind of sex object.” Yet even as she said the words, there was a sensation in her bikini bottoms that told her that she liked the idea much more than she should, not to mention the constant movement of Johnny’s arm that spoke volumes of his dirty thoughts. “I wish I could see his cock,” she breathed, before realizing the thought was even in her mind.Rod. Toilet paper. A bottle of grocery store boxed wine. Classy, thrifty, cute.Julia looked over at her own shopping cart (because comparing the contents of our shopping carts to others’ is of course what one does in a grocery store). Similarly common stuff, just less of it, and less classy. Paper towels. Vegetables. Fruit. Hummus. Rosé. Oh my God, Julia thought, I’m so bach-ing it.“I’m looking for ice cream,” said the man, his voice that low roll. He was dressed in a dark t-shirt and jeans.. You got it wrong. I know who he is, I just cant. What? If hes got a girlfriend, wait her out, or heck, go beat her up, youre tough. He said that last smiling, but I wasnt smiling back. I know I wanted to be honest, but I couldnt be! I started to cry and ran into the house and upstairs to my room where I flung myself on the bed in tears. A few moments later he knocked gently on my door. Darcy? You okay? Im sorry for whatever I said that upset you so. You know I wouldnt be mean like that on.