We eventually get to the checkout, where I unload her shopping, whilst she stands there watching. I then rush to the other end to start her packing.
‘Pack it properly, I don’t want anything crushed! Now hurry up!’
I load her shopping in the trolley, whilst she pays. Not talking to either me or the cashier. She walks past me, beckoning me with her finger.
‘Well come on then!’
We get outside.
‘Well I hope that’s ok, I’ve packed all your shopping for you, I better get going’
‘Errr excuse me, where do you think you’re going? You’re driving me home!’
‘...but I need to get...’
‘Do you know how quickly I can dial 999...! Now where’s your car, I need to get home, I have a date to prepare for’
I push the trolley to her car, whilst she follows me. Her heels clipping on the ground.
‘Here we are’
‘Well load my shopping into the boot then! Christ... hurry up’
I load the shopping into my car. She stands at the passenger door, hands on hips.
‘Well the door isn’t going to open itself, is it!’
I open the door for her. She eases into the seat, bringing one leg around into the car... her legs part. I know I shouldn’t look, but all of a sudden I’m staring at her stocking glad legs... the black lace tops and her bare skin... is that her underwear...? She pauses for a second letting me look... but then it’s gone.
‘You’re doing it again! You perv, how dare you!’
‘I’m sorry, I...’
‘Drive me home before I change my mind about reporting you’
I get in the car, start the engine and drive out of the car park. She barks directions at me. Her skirt has ridden way up her legs, but she doesn’t seem to pull it down... does she want me to look, I don’t know? I find myself looking for longer and longer each time. I almost go into the back of someone because I’m staring for too long.
We get to her house and I open the car door for her.
‘Get my shopping’
I unload the car and follow her into her house...
‘Put them in the kitchen over there....’
As I put the bags into the kitchen I can feel her staring at me. I go to leave, but she’s standing in front of the door. She slowly closes it...
‘I need to go, I have to be at...’
‘Shut up!’
She slowly locks the door... turns to me, hands on hips.
‘I’m not finished with you yet...’ |
