There was nothing to worry about. She'd been this way a hundred times, and never even been threatened. Things like that didn't really happen, it was a...ll just stories.Nine. Ten. Eleven.And even if something did happen, she had her strategy all worked out. She'd say she had crabs, or maybe AIDS. That's scare them off. She'd be fine. She just had to be brave.Eighteen. Nineteen. Twen-The violent impact from behind almost knocked her off her feet. She fell hard onto the concrete, her ankle twisting. She thanks me again and again. I take her cart back to the store, I can't get her panties and nipples out of my mind. I am trying to figure out if she is teasing and knows or if she is just recovering and not feeling up to par. As I walk back to my truck she rolls her windows down and asks me if to come here. I walk back and she says I just wanted to thank you again, my name is Debbie and you don't know how grateful I am. I tell her my name is Ken and glad I could help. She says can I. " She started undoing the buttons on her blouse."Melanie? Come on! You're Callie's best friend!" Callie has no claim on you." She has claim on my heart," I asserted."I know that, God only knows why," she snorted. "But I don't want your heart. I want your body. Mitch, you need to get laid-and so do I."Her fingers were still working away at the buttons on her blouse-in fact, they were down to the bottom couple. I could see, through the part in her blouse, the black lacy bra holding back her ample. It was time to begin. I took her glass from her and placed it on the little table near the window. She watched me, her face showing something of being anxious and nervous. I smiled at her, putting my hands on shoulders and turning her around. I released the clasp at the back of her dress, then lowered the zipper. I turned her back to face me as I slid the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. At first, she clamped her arms tightly to her body, effectively stopping the dress from falling.