Flirting has Consequences
Slightly startled, Carissa turns when she hears my voice. She didn't expect to hear my voice at the gas pump behind her. If she is staring, she certainly don't remember. Tall broad shoulders, with short gray hair and dark eyes crinkling to bit of mirth around the corners. Mid fifties she thought, perhaps a bit older. A sophasticted man, but it's the mischievous look that always captures her attention. Eyes like those beg for a tease. my eyes slowly traversed the length of her body,...