Quickie Mart Quickie
By Gnome We meet outside a quickie mart. You’re wearing a remarkably slimming black dress with flames all over it. You’re on the phone talking to somebody about how it was such a waste to spend so much time looking for a sitter when your date stood you up. You glance at me in my white T-shirt and tight cargo pants. You notice I carry a flashlight on my belt. You look me up to see that I have blonde hair combed to the left. Then your eyes meet mine. You stare deep into my hazel eyes as...