Sometimes You Get The Bear
Each time another set of headlights swept across the parking lot Carl attempted to slide a little lower in his car. He knew it was foolish. Not only was the parking lot crowded, but the end he had chosen was dark. No one was liable to see him at all. And if he ducked he couldn't pick his next quarry. He watched the different women pull in and out of the supermarket parking lot. Most he dismissed immediately. No one with a man and definitely no children. Carl thought women were only good for...