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the clubhouse.
     
    He nodded a greeting, which was returned with a quick smile, and headed on up the aisle.  It was positively chilly inside the store.  The air conditioning was still going, even though the temperatures outside had dropped with the onset of autumn.  It still wasn’t cold, but at least now it was a dry heat, much more comfortable than the sticky, humid summer of Louisiana.
     
    This store was obviously low down on the chain’s list of refits.  The cream tile-effect linoleum was scuffed and scarred.  The shelving was dented and different colors where repairs had been made.  The counter where the clerk stood housed one register, but it was plain to see that at one time there had been two.  There were two grey patches where the finish had been scrubbed away by years of purchases being unloaded to be rung up.
     
    Dizzy wended his way through the aisles as he picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and a box of condoms.  Almost as an afterthought he picked up a pack of chocolate chip cookies to ease an attack of the munchies that was sure to hit in the early hours and some maple syrup when he remembered he’d used the last of the bottle over his pancakes that morning. 
     
    His basic grocery shopping completed, he headed over to the counter to pay.  He asked for a couple of packs of his brand of smokes as he walked up and watched as the girl, he didn’t know her name, turned round to get them from the display cabinet behind her.  It was definitely a highlight of his night if she was working when he came in.  Her shirt, which was obviously a requirement of the job, was just fucking ugly, but it was thin, and on an evening like this, that was a very good thing.  He could see her nipples, hardened to points by the effect of the air conditioning, from yards away.  She was slim, but those tits would be a bit more than a handful. She had a mane of black hair which was usually trying to escape whatever she’d tied it back with, and bangs that brushed eyes that were so blue it was almost scary.  He was intrigued by the ink he could see flowing out from under her left sleeve to her elbow, and he wondered if there were more of those roses elsewhere on her body.
     
    Dizzy unloaded his armful of purchases on the counter and began to pull out his wallet, but paused for a second at the girl’s quizzical expression.  She looked up with a grin as she began to ring the items through.
     
    “Looks like you’re plannin’ one hell of a night.”
     
    Dizzy looked, really looked, at the items on the counter and realized what she meant.  Liquor, smokes, rubbers, chocolate, and syrup.  Yeah, it looked like he was planning something fun, and messy.
     
    He only realized he hadn’t answered her when she continued as she rang the cookies through.  “And the gentleman brings cookies.  Whoever she is, she’s a lucky woman.”
     
    Strangely he wanted to deny the presence of a female in his life, but if he did that he was going to look like a real fucking deviant given the pile of goods on the counter.  “I’ve got a sweet tooth. Sue me.”
     
    She picked up the maple syrup and turned it around in her hands a couple of times, obviously for effect since she must have seen hundreds of the fucking bottles. 
     
    “Sweet... but sticky.”
     
    Something about the way she almost caressed the bottle, the teasing light in her eyes and the ways she dropped her voice caused Dizzy’s cock to stir. 
     
    “When you’re in the moment, no one gives a shit about sticky, darlin’.”
     
    He watched her long, delicate fingers as she stroked the neck of the bottle of Jack before she scanned it and put it in the plastic bag with the other items.  His mouth went dry, and when he cottoned to her widening grin, he realized that she’d done that on purpose and that he’d been staring.  Thankfully, he was maintaining some iota of cool and wasn’t drooling like a teenager.
     
    “Hmmm, mmmm.  Sticky is good.”  She