Each time the light flickered above her the more anxiety flowed through her body. She had wanted to call the owner and tell him she did not feel well. Yet she did not know the man nor his phone number. Her phone sat in a bag of white rice, useless. All of that combined is why she was at the store alone on this Thursday night. At least that's what she told herself, truthful she was awaiting him with longing. Asking a man who had violated her home and her womanhood for more, sounded insane, even in her mind. She held her breath each time the bell rang, her eyes shifted quickly to the entrance. A small woman entered and walked toward the back of the store. It was too early for him anyway. She was doodling her next idea for a painting on a piece of yellow paper when the woman appeared.
"Is that all?" She asked.
The woman nodded and she spoke her total with a smile. A smile that did not reach her tired brown eyes. She sat back down and tried to think of ideas but her focus was off as she glanced yet again, at the glass door.
At 3 am, Carla arrived with a sly grin on her face, "Good Morning."
Her pack of cigarettes waited for her on the counter.
"What happened last night?" Erica gave a weak smile.
"Girl, I was at the house and far from that place," Carla giggled, she paid her money and looked at Erica's fatigued complexion, "You okay, honey, I know you ready for Matt to come back? I know it's got to be boring working here alone."
Erica gave a wide smile and nodded, "I think he'll be back Monday, Anything interesting happens at work tonight?"
"Girl, I'll have to tell you about it another time. My son got to work this morning, starting his first Job."
"Aw, that's awesome," Erica grinned. She was hoping to delay Carla so she wouldn't be alone when Lee showed up.
"About time, his sorry butt doesn't wanna do nothing but play that damn game," she cracked up, steering toward the entrance. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Carla took her exit leaving Erica alone once more, she speculated on how much trouble she would be in if she closed up the store. But that wouldn't have stopped him, she thought. He knew where she lived, he had gone into her house. He watched her every move, he had tailed her schedule. Lee was coming.
Her next customer, Ernest walked in with a smile on his face. Erica returned the smile and greeted the older man as he strolled to the rear to grab a case of coronas.
"You are in a good mood this morning," Erica commented.
"Yeah, I got my lady coming down here this weekend. Won't too sure if she would come, that Hurricane on its way, but Weatherman said it's done died down, probably hit Texas."
"Where is she coming from?"
"Atlanta, Georgia," He smiled wide. "One of those wide-hipped gals," he chuckled, his arms spread out for emphasis.
Erica bounced her head and giggled. She wanted to ask him more questions and keep him around so as not to be alone with Lee. She couldn't trust herself alone with him. She had soaked her panties thinking about his tongue all night.
Ernest handed her the 20-dollar bill and waited as she slowly got his change.
"What's it like? When a Hurricane comes through," Erica asked.
"Well last few we got won't anything dangerous but about four years ago, we had a bad one. Troy or Trenton, I don't know why they name em for but the damn thing blew my neighbor's roof clean off. I had a few trees down but it messed up a lot of the powerlines. We went about two weeks with no lights, the water was bad. Knock on wood, we don't get anything like that this year."
Ernest shook his head in pity and knocked his knuckles on the steel counter.
"I stay in a mobile ho-" Erica started, but the bell sounded and she found herself distracted as she scanned Lee's broad frame.
He had not glanced their way as he roamed toward the back of the store.
"Shit if one ever comes through here, category 3 or 4, your little ass better go to the community building or something. A big storm like that will blow you and that trailer away," Ernest warned.
He clenched his carton and whacked the pack in his palm, peering back at the man Erica was focused on.
Lee strolled up to the register, his bud light in hand.
"How's it going Mr. Ernie," he greeted, not looking in Erica's direction.
"You still hauling shit, boy?" Ernest laughed.
Lee smiled and inhaled his uniform shirt, "Smells like money to me.
He set his case on the counter and continued to talk to what Erica thought would be her security.
"You ought to come out there, make you some real money," Lee smiled wide.
"No, I'm too old for that shit. My back is already acting up. I ain't even hit 60."
"Well, God willing, I'll be 40 next year. I hope I'm as able-bodied as you in 20 years," Lee said.
Erica's heart was beating out of her chest as she stared at his crimson bearded mouth. Glancing lustfully at the full lips that had brought her two large orgasms a few hours ago. However unwanted they were, the thought made her pussy drip.
"Let me go on home, I'll see you tomorrow, young lady. Lee, tell your daddy, I said, hello," Ernest said, walking out of the door.
"I sure will, you have a good one, Mr. E."
Lee turned toward Erica, dropping his smile, "Let me get a pack of blue Pall Mall 100s and a 32 ticket."
Erica stood frozen, was he not going to address what he'd done, or was he that confident that she had not told the police of his home invasion?
"I thought you said they were stale," Erica countered.
She glared at him yet he avoided eye contact. He finally groaned and pushed his body up toward the counter. Erica gave a small wail and jumped out of the way. He reached up toward the cigarette case and grabbed the blue carton. He placed two twenties on the counter before picking up his case and fleeing the store.
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Four hours later Erica was home, her fingers shook slightly interfering with her focus.
"Fuck," she murmured dropping the paintbrush at her feet.
The screeching sound of the chair made her stop and look around. She peeped sheepishly out of the blinds to see if he was around.
"Psst," Erica's head turned swiftly.
There was not a soul in the doorway, so she peered out of the small door frame, listening to any sounds she could hear. The air conditioning system made a loud noise as it turned on and she rendered a small wail.
"Ahh, God am I going crazy," she murmured to herself, holding her chest.
She walked into her kitchen to prepare some food before retiring to her bedroom. It was a beautiful sunny day and she opened the blinds on the small window in the kitchen. Even though she tried to focus on beating eggs and chopping spinach, she would break often to glance at the dirt driveway. She hated that she sort of craved to look and see that old pickup truck parked on her dirt road. After eating and watching some daytime television, she laid back on her bed. The urge to reach for her favorite toy crossed her mind but so did Lee. She stared at the blinds for a while, wondering if he was watching. Knowing now, she had been putting on a show for him every morning and sent chills up her arms. She reached for it anyway, turning it up high as he had done, and she placed it on her clit. She quivered with the harsh sensation holding it steady in her hands. It was far too high and uncomfortable, she brought it down low and let the vibration melt her away, keeping her eyes glued to the blinds. Instantly her legs shook with the tension of an eruption.
"Fuck, Mmm, let me cum on your tongue."
Erica moaned and raised her hips as she moved them around the toy seductively. The intense feeling of release made her moan out his name.
After coming to her senses, she thought of just how fucked up she was. Sleep claimed her quickly and sweet dreams appeared behind her eyes. Scenes invading the dream, she stirred trying to get the pressure she felt away.
"Ugh," she whimpered, opening her eyes.
"No! I-" she looked up at the man fucking her.
