I had been haunting antiques stores for several years. My house was filled with dressers and tables from the past and on the shelves were pieces reflecting my latest concentration. For a while I focused on animal figurines. Creatures of every size, shape and color filled one curio cabinet. Other times my focus had been hand tools. Right now, I had taken to collecting uranium glass. I had half of one curio cabinet filled and I would bask in the green and yellow glow of the pieces when I turned on the UV light at the top of the cabinet. It was beautiful.
I had decided to take a trip, stopping at antique stores along the way. I didn't really have a destination in mind but I knew I wanted to stay to the back roads and small towns. The small town shops held the best finds. Often the sellers didn't know what they really had and so amazing pieces could be found for a song. I carried a UV flashlight with me to confirm authenticity.
About three days into my trip I happened across a spot in the road place with a pole barn that said 'Antiques' across the front. I whipped into the lot and i strolled to the door. As I entered I was hit with that musty, dusty smell of so many of these shops; but underlying that familiar scent was a hint of something more floral.
On the left just inside the door was a counter and one of those iPad point of sale systems. No one was there. I turned to the right and started down the first aisle. There were some very interesting pieces on display; everything from carnival glass to iron wheels. After several aisles I was almost ready to give up but knowing that good things are often at the back of the store I decided to skip to the aisle farthest from the door.
As I walked farther into the building I noticed the floral scent becoming stronger. It was seductive and soft, a blend of warm musk with notes of powder and delicate florals. I found it intoxicating. As I entered the last aisle I found what I believed to be the source.
She was a young woman, in her late twenties, with long black hair. I guessed her measurements at 34-24-38. She was a C-cup for sure and her ass, oh my that ass! You've seen girls with bubble butts that can twerk and shake it, well she had one of those asses except hers appeared to be firm and tight. Her hips were not wide but her ass formed a shapely curve when viewed from the side. She wore what appeared to be exercise or yoga wear, a short blue top that hugged her breasts and charcoal pants that hugged her ass and shapely legs. A pair of blue Sketchers were on her feet. Her midriff was bare and her skin was a lovely olive color. She looked a me and smiled, I judged that she was of Egyptian heritage. Why she was here in this godforsaken spot I didn't know but I was happy to see her.
"Hello! Welcome to my shop! My name is Rose, short for Omorose. It means beautiful in my parents language. If there's anything I can help you with please just ask."
I stopped a few paces away. "Well to start you can tell me what is that intoxicating scent you're wearing."
She blushed, "It's called Egyptian Goddess."
"I dare say that's an appropriate scent for a woman of your beauty. Your parents named you appropriately."
She blushed again, "You're too kind. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"John, my name is John. It means by parents have no imagination in English."
"Actually one of the Twelve Apostles in the Bible was named John. In Hebrew it means 'God is merciful'."
"I hope God shows his mercy on me today because you have cast a spell over me and I fear there is no escape."
