The same thing happened yesterday. I saw her speeding along the highway. Today, she was on the surface road, a long way from home judging by her Conne...ticut license plates. We stopped at a light. She was in the middle lane that continued straight. I pulled up beside her ready to take a left, that is, as soon as the left turn directional arrow told me that I could. I put my car in neutral and gave it a little gas allowing the engine to idle at 1,500 rpms. I like putting my car in neutral because. I can have you up for libel for sayingthat." Slander." What?" Slander not libel." Whatever. That's sick, that is. He's my mate." It's ok. I'm cool with it."His hand is still on my bum."Cool with what? What the fuck you going on about?" You know what I'm going on about."And he starts stroking my arse. I panic a bit. There are other people onthe touchline. My mate's Dad can see that I'm a bit worried."Relax. Nobody's looking at us. They're watching the game."He carries on stroking my bum through. “Yea, nothing ever really changes or happens here. That’s why I like living here,” was my response. “I’ve lived here my whole life and I can’t remember you living here.”As I gave her a baffled look. “Where did you go to grade school?” she asked “Jefferson elementary,” I replied “So did I. My friends all called me Smiley Riley because I always had a smile.” That’s when it clicked in my head, I knew this girl. I could vaguely remember this little brunette girl who always had a smile and. Glasses are a good idea; I don't wear glasses normally, but I have a pair of cheap reading glasses that give the ensemble a "sexy librarian" look."Perfect," I whisper to myself. I grab my purse and I'm off.***There's this one store that I've been scoping out for a week now. There's three clerks that work the counter at this store, and the one I want is always there on Mondays and Thursdays. He's early college-age, about nineteen or so. I've never gone in, but I've always seen him through the.