Fuck-Gremlins Eating My Brain

Fuck-Gremlins Eating My Brain

"So, how's the prettiest lady in all of Dollar Tree today?"

"OK" Her voice cracks, she giggles, looks away, turns seventeen shades of red. I just made a woman do that? Cool!

"I just got you really flustered, didn't I?" Big grin.

"Yes, you're making me blush. Thank you. Thank you very much. You're always so nice to me."

"Very easy to do when it's someone as beautiful and friendly as you are."

She tries to regain some sense of composure. Starts ringing my stuff up. I can't BELIEVE the way she's looking at me. When she looks. She's trying not to look. Wow, I just really brain-fucked this poor girl good, didn't I? Cool!

Too bad I'm a degenerate piece of shit for doing it. Hitting on a woman who is married and six months pregnant. Jesus H. Sandblasted Christ, Doug. Are you out of your fucking mind? I'm probably just doing it because I know there's no way in hell it's ever going to go anywhere, but for fuck's sake, does THAT make it a good idea?

Oh my God, she's looking at me again. With eyes that say...they can't REALLY be saying that, can they? Fucking impossible. I have to be imagining this. She can't REALLY be looking at me like...like...oh my fucking gawd.

Every single molecule is burning. Scorching. The hairs on my arms are standing up. How does a girl get that combination of being so pretty, having such a wonderful sweet smile, a lovely voice, a killer body, and an all-around aura of...innocence? Is that it? The word doesn't really fit, but there's SOMETHING in her that suggests that. Hell, I don't know. She seems so...sweet. Nice. Pleasant. Obviously just the kind of girl that should be running away screaming from my rancid pig ass right now. But she's not. Those eyes...holy fuckin' shit, those eyes...She definitely likes the attention she's getting. Maybe that's all it is. But she obviously is enjoying it.

I learned a couple things about her. She's 21. THAT was a surprise, becuase I actually thought she was five or so years older. Beautiful, beautiful woman. I wouldn't have thought she was that young, though.

She's also back in school, getting her GED. That was a surprise too. She seems pretty smart. I wonder what caused her to quit school. She said "Just for some really stupid reasons."

A little more small talk. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She seemed to be making an enormous effort not to look at me. Maybe she thought she'd turn to stone. No...when she does look...dammit H, you're carbonating my brain cells.

I have no business at all flirting with this girl. But damn, she's beautiful. That red hair, those eyes, that...everything. Fucking everything. I only feel dirty later when I think about the fact that she's married, six months pregnant. It seems WRONG afterwards. but at the time, when she's talking to me, looking...it seems really...nice? I don't feel a shard of perversion when it's actually happening. It's not even all that sexual. Just...like admiring art. She's simply beautiful and sweet and I'd love just to look. Oh, I want to do other things too. But only later. When she's there, i feel like a nice guy. I only feel like a depraved swine later, when I remember who she actually is.

She always comments on how often I'm in there. It's not actually because the women are so hot there (OK, it's that too) but I tend to need to pick stuff up there about three times a week. I do my shopping in small bursts.

"I'll see you again in a few days." She said that with expectation. She wants me to come back? Ahh, she just likes the attention. I'm feeding her ego. It can't be...wow...I can't believe the way she looks at me...

This hood ornament is probably gonna fall off and get ran over by a bus full of liquid pig shit. The fact that I'm enjoying the ride so much kinda scares me.

Love,
Dougie

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