William browsed the array of batteries on display. Each little pair trapped in their own clear plastic and cardboard prison. He ran his finger along the row before him, then descended to the next one, searching for the correct size. Around him, a handful of other shoppers had also decided to spend their Saturday at the out-of-town DIY store on this typically drizzly English spring day. He found the right ones and dropped two packs into his basket, the same lime green colour as the store logo. He checked his list for the next item, looked up at the signs hanging above each aisle, gently swaying in the air conditioned roofspace, and made his way to the third aisle. His new moccasins squeaked occasionally on the polished floor as he walked. A pair of blue jeans and a clean white tee shirt finished his ensemble. He reached the aisle, noticing at the other end two grown-ups and what William surmised was their teenage daughter. She had her hands on her hips, a petulant teenage pose. Her father handed her a piece of paper. “Don’t argue, just get these whilst we browse the lawnmowers,” he barked. She snatched it, spun on her heel, and started to march down the aisle. William quickly averted his gaze and pretended to look at some shelving brackets before him. When he looked again up the aisle, the parents etimesgut escort had gone and the girl was frustratedly tugging items off their holders, scowling at them, then putting them back. He couldn’t tell how old she was, but she was slim and good looking. She wore a short little denim skirt, which showed off her thin white legs to great effect. A small sleeveless V neck tee shirt with a bold, repeating floral pattern covered her torso, hugging her small, round breasts. Her hair, long and light brown, trailed halfway down her back and swayed like tall grass in a breeze when she moved. She looked up from the shopping list clutched in her hand, and saw him staring. There was nothing he could do, it was too late. He couldn’t turn away and pretend he hadn’t be looking. So, he took a few steps towards her, cleared his throat, and spoke. “You look like you need some help.” She wrinkled her little button nose. “That obvious, huh?” she joked. William shrugged. “Look at this,” she said, flicking the list with a finger. “Rawl plug? What the fuck’s a rawl plug?” William edged closer, he didn’t think she was going to bite. Her sweet, crisp perfume drifted in his direction. He breathed it in. She held out the list for him to see. Her pink nail varnish matched the eryaman escort pink of her painted toes, he noticed. She wore sandals. “This is what you get for taking a sickie from school yesterday,” she commented, “your parents drag you round this place on your weekend.” “Is isn’t that bad, is it?” William asked. “You’re here by choice. I’m not.” “Point taken,” he smiled. “Rawl plugs are just over there.” He led her along the opposite side of the aisle to where they hung. He couldn’t help his eyes from straying to her legs. Her short skirt revealed so much tantalising flesh, he could feel his cock start to twitch. But I must be twice her age, he thought, and her dad would surely throttle me for even thinking about her that way. “These are what you want,” he said, tapping the hanging packets of plugs. She brushed her hand against his as she plucked some off their hooks. “Nice tats, by the way,” she said, giving him a smile. His tee shirt showed off his colourfully decorated arms. “Thanks. You got any?” “Ha! My parents would kill me. Sixteen’s too young, so they say. You ain’t got that worry no more, right?” “Yeah, right.” He stared down at her subtly makeup’d face. Her eyes were blue and big. Her nose small with a little stud in one side, which sparkled as she moved sincan escort her head and it caught the light. Her lips were coloured a light pink. “What’s this?” She ran her finger along his biceps, tracing a tattooed line with her painted nail. He felt a tingle within his groin as she lingered her finger upon his flesh with unmistakable intent. “Eagle,” he said, having to clear his throat before speaking. He stared at her, following the lines of her lips, and the curve of her chin, with his greedy eyes; down still his gaze went, to the bump of her breasts and the pure, white cleavage on show. He felt his lips dry and his pulse quicken. In that moment, he heard nothing, only the beat of his own heart pumping blood through his veins. “Evelyn. Evelyn!” A man’s voice was calling, getting closer. She withdrew her hand. A flash of guilt crossed both their faces. “Shit, my dad,” she said. “I’d better go,” William said. He fled like a burglar after being discovered. She watched him go, biting her lip. *** William continued his shopping, going through the items on his list. The interruption of her father had really put a downer on his afternoon. He experienced a certain listlessness as he absently dropped items into his basket. Evelyn. He now knew her name, at least. She’d been cute, funny, sexy. Thinking about her again brought a rush of blood to his cock before he knew it. He wondered where she was now, had her parents finished their shopping and taken her home? He wandered into the plumbing section and nearly bumped into someone rushing in his direction, hair streaming behind her.