I would have preferred the Colt .38 but the swamp dog wanted the Glock 22, so I put up with the damn holster dragging down my pants.With the change in...clothing I felt like the Pillsbury Dough Boy, but I went back to my post. "I'm back Rodney," I said as I walked to the front door of the raceway entrance and office building."Roger that," he replied.When I got down to the dressing room, I asked. "You need some time alone?" No, I seem to be over my little affliction." he said."Okay then tell me. .I...there my favorite."I smile at you again, and you feel your knees grow weak.You reach out to shake my outstretched hand, your fingers curling around my warmth.I smile at you, arranging a few jar of pickles on the shelf."I see you in here a lot on Wednesday's. Apparently we like to shop together."You blush."Apparently so."We chat for a few moments, learning where each other worked and so on. You can't help but admire my body, and the careless way I held myself. I seem so at ease and lazy. More

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