Maybe my type is 5’6”, blond women with a cute nose, big eyes, flawless complexions, long slender legs, and big bellies,” he said, staring at me...with dancing eyes. “Oh wait,” he said mockingly, “that must be you.” Then he laughed. “If I’m you’re type, then why haven’t you made a pass at me?” I asked, trying to act flippant, but inwardly starting to get serious. “Maybe I need encouragement,” he laughed. Then he changed the subject. Even though we both wanted our dinner conversation on Monday. He stumbled back into his cart, and then fell to the floor. His eyes were crossed. His hands were covering his bloody nose.“Get up!”Thinking this had to be a case of mistaken identity, Dexter looked up at his attacker.Shocked, he said, “Will!”“Get up, Dad!”“What the hell. Why did you do that?” Dexter asked. It sounded more like, “Wha da hell. Why’d’ya do dat?”His son glared down at him and shouted, “You fucking walked off without a word!”“I think you broke my nose,” Dexter said. It sounded more. She looked steadily at my truck for a few seconds, then started pulling her shirt tail from her pants. I had put out my cigarette and had my hand on her gift as I opened the truck door. The dome light didn't come on... it worked, but with the delivery work, I'd taped over the door button. There was no street light behind the store, but there was a three-quarter moon and the night was cloudless.As I was getting out of my truck, I saw Becca pull her shirt over her head and almost fell on my ass. ...You can feel eyes looking at you wondering what you've done to be lead by a guard but a respectable looking lady, even if the skirt is just a little too short and an extra button undone on her shirt, she doesn't look like a shoplifter? The guys eyes are drawn to those legs and the bounce of your cleavageAs you enter his office you can see the bank of screens and realise he has watched everything you've done, when you sat with your legs just that extra few inches apart where the guy with.