Story Title: THE GIRL AT THE GROCERY STORE
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It was just another boring day in school; my roommate and I were just taking one of our famous boring walks within the community. We ran into a few of our course mates during our stroll and then Elvis decided to discuss with one in particular. Her name was Amy and she was a catch. She was short, not too short tho and she had a nice skin colour, yeah…….she was dark. They talked for a while so I decided to go take a sit at a grocery store nearby, they talked for almost an hour and I was getting tired of waiting.
In order to kill my boredom, I started taking notes of how many girls passed and what type of clothes they were putting on. It was around 9pm so girls on the street were either on shorts and singlets or skimpy gowns, it was all exhausting. Some girls were on shorts so short you would think they were panties, at a point, there was this girl who wore a milk coloured gown and when she came into the light, I could see everything, from the shape of her pointed breasts to even the shape of her vagina. You guessed right, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I guess they saw it as being sexy, you know, if they would show off some of the good stuff then they might attract good customers. It was somewhat degrading, I kinda saw it as a more decent level of prostitution.
So as I turned and turned in my thoughts I noticed this girl walking towards me. Could it be that for the first time ever, a girl was going to walk up to me and start confessing of how she has been head over heels in love with me for a long time, or was she in the mood for a very casual hook up. As she came closer I could feel my body chemistry change, she got close, bent down facing me and said, please can you move? You are blocking the wall socket and I want to charge some things.
For about 10seconds I was frozen with the level of my stupidity, and then I moved and allowed her charge. She brought out an extension and one by one, she plugged her flashlight, her android phone and little Nokia phone, even her portable fan. She was loaded and I could tell that it was her daily routine, she would come here every night to charge her gadgets until the generator powering the grocery store was turned off.