She dresses in her usual attire; a white button up blouse undone to just the top of her cleavage; a black skirt and matching blazer; black, sheer stockings, and black pumps. Her make up is done in a professional manner finished nicely with red lipstick. Her red hair is done up in a bun with wispy stray hairs hanging down on the side and in back. She takes one glance in the mirror and nods in approval before grabbing her h...

He hated this hour, the long, monotonous hour before closing time, made even more unbearable today because Cynthia, his manager, had left him alone to close up shop. Not even her constant harping to keep him company and customers were few and far between, bustling past without a sideways glance, to make it home before the early dark of a cold winter's evening. As he returned from the storeroom he saw her. Petite, her long...

I was a college freshman going to a school about 200 miles from home in the North western part of Michigan. The college did not allow freshman to have a car on campus, so anytime that I wanted to go home for the weekend I either had to find a ride home with another student or hitchhike. This spring weekend in particular I decided at the last minute to hitch hike to my home located in rural southeast Michigan. I was eighte...