You hesitate. I give you a smart slap across the face and tell you to do it again. Your tongue snakes out of your mouth and licks your lips, tasting y...ourself on them. I smile. I walk over to the stereo and put a song on. I tell you to dance to it, move your body to the music. I tell you to feel your body while you do it, as if you were making love to yourself. You start off slowly, unsure, but soon you lock into the groove of it and sway slowly. Your hands slide up and down your body. You twist. Later that afternoon I went back to the store to see if Matt was working. I was in luck as he stood stocking merchandise down one of the isles. I quickly pulled him aside and asked him, “Matt, I seen you checking out my wife yesterday as she bent over looking at the carpet samples.“Matt was sacred at that point as he said, “I am sorry! I didn’t really mean anything by it. Your wife is very sexy and a young guy like me would love to be with a woman like her..”“Its alright! I wanted to know if. I think at times it made me feel like a slut. Does that shock you?” she asked.“A little,” I said, “I used to watch you in your cheer leader outfit and many fantasies played through my mind, some not so nice.” I said and then turned to face her, “Does that shock you?”“Yes, a little,” she said almost mocking my answer to her question. “I had no idea you even noticed me, it was probably just as well as I have this terrible luck with guys.”We walked the length of the field and halfway to the end I. ..? why would you?” I was at lost for words because I never would have expected him of all people to try and touch me, I can understand that I have body, but got dammit! “I-I'm so sorry Pri-” “SHUT UP, DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME PRINCESS!!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?!” I was now beyond furious. I wanted to slap him, break him, destroy him so he never think to do that again. Tears fell from my eyes as I bit my bottom lip from breaking down. “Get out. I don't want to see your face”.