Walking down the aisle in a drug store on a Saturday morning, he thought he saw an illusion, the girl he always saw jogging while he drove home from work. She breezed past the aisle he was in and kept going.
She was tall, slender and usually wore spandex leggings that made her legs and ass look fantastic as she jogged. That sweet, naive face was framed with long brown hair that was usually held back by a scrunchy that matched the color of her leggings.
His favorite days seeing her jog were the ones where she wore the red leggings, which made her lower body look fantastic. He had never got a real good glimpse of her torso area as, even in the heat of summer, she usually wore a windbreaker.
Curious, he maneuvered his cart of bathroom supplies toward where she had been headed. Two aisles over, he spotted her looking at shampoo.
"Is any of this stuff any good," he asked, absent-mindedly picking up a bottle of what turned out to be a woman's shampoo. With a shaved head, on retrospect, he had to admit he looked pretty suspicious.
She just laughed and said, "I wish I knew."
"My name is Dave," he said.
She answered, "I'm Carrie."
After about five minutes of chatting where he found out she was just turned 21 and attending a local college, she said, "is there a number I can reach you at?"
He said, "Yeah, I have a house just off the beach a couple blocks away."
Excited, she said, "Oh really? I jog by all those beach houses all the time. I would love to see the inside of one."
Dave offered the invitation for any time.
Carrie said, "How about now?"
By now, his heart was racing. He hadn't been with a woman in ages, with work sapping most of his energy.
Carrie wasn't decked out in her usual running attire on this morning, instead wearing a pair of baggy sweats, a sweatshirt with arms and neck hole cut out, a tank top and what he could make out to be a lime green sports bra.
