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a cartful of groceries.”
    â€œThat’s not my problem.” I was getting ready to start begging when all of a sudden he looked at me. I mean really looked at me like he was staring at the buffet at Herb’s Rib Shack. “You know ... we can always work out some kinda trade.”
    I had to bite my tongue to stop from saying what I really wanted. Believe me, I was offended, but I was starting to think that maybe the only thing that was going to get me out of this mess was using what the good Lord gave me.
    â€œWhat do you have in mind?” I asked skeptically. I’d say anything to distract him from hooking my car to the back of his truck and hauling it away. I could already count all the additional charges that would cost me. “Boy, it’s gonna be hot today!” I moaned, then reached for the top two buttons of my blouse and popped them loose. In my haste to get to the store before it got crowded, I hadn’t even bothered to put on a bra.
    Just as I hoped, his eyes lowered to my chest and his bottom jaw dropped, which I found hilarious because I belonged to the itty-bitty titty committee.
    â€œLook, I know I owe you something for wasting your time, sooo ... I’m open to suggestions.” I softened my voice and tried to sound enticing enough to draw his full attention. I guess it worked. He looked around to see if anyone was watching while I glanced over to make sure my girls weren’t still staring out the window. The last thing I needed them to see was their mother behaving like a whore. Thank goodness they were busy watching Toy Story 3 .
    Dropping the hook, he signaled for me to follow him into the cab of his truck. I hesitated for a second as I watched him climb inside. For all I knew, he could be some kinda serial killer. Seriously, I didn’t even know who this dude was, and once I got in his truck, he could speed off and folks might never see or hear from me again. Just to be safe, I reached inside my purse for a fingernail file and hid it in my sleeve. If he seemed like a psycho, I would just stab his crazy ass in the eye.
    I climbed in on the passenger’s side, shut the door, then swung around on the seat. He was sitting on the driver’s side grinning like a damn fool. “What do you have in mind?”
    He slid over on the bench next to me and placed his arm across my shoulders. He then muttered something that sounded like “Just sit back and enjoy” before he reached over and touched my breasts. “Mmmm, I love me some little titties,” he purred as he squeezed them like he was sampling melons at the grocery store. While he was moaning and thoroughly enjoying himself, I looked around, making sure none of the customers pulling in and out of the parking lot were looking our way. By the time I focused on him again, his belt was unbuckled and he was reaching for the zipper.
    â€œYou don’t expect me to do that in the middle of the parking lot, do you?” I asked with attitude.
    His gaze darkened. “Yeah, cunt, I do. You got a problem with it? Because if you do, I’ll just take your car and be on my way.”
    I closed my eyes with anger. Any other time I would have cussed his fat ass out for calling me anything other than the name my mother—may she rest her soul—had given me. The only thing stopping me was that he had something I needed. Apparently I had something he wanted as well.
    I cringed as he reached inside his underwear and then I was staring at the littlest dick I had ever laid my eyes on. I was two seconds away from laughing. What was worse was his big stomach. I don’t know how the hell he expected me to reach his dick if his stomach was in my way.
    My eyes started darting from side to side looking for a way out of this situation without losing my Lexus in the process. That’s when I just happened to glance into the side-view mirror and noticed the Impala that had been parked in front of my car