It wasn't until she drove into the Walmart parking lot at 4 something AM that several things occurred to Maggie.
- She had three very naked men in the car
- she had no clothes for them to wear into the store
- what was she thinking?
- Would they stay in the car?
- She was glad no one was in the parking lot
- what was she thinking?
She looked at the men. The two in the back seat had their whole attention on the store. The one called Fijbold had his face pressed against the window. The good news was neither of them looked like they had figured out how to use the door handle. The man in the front, he was so hot in a way- other than looking muscled and toned- but there was something about him she liked. For Pete's sake, you idiot- he's naked! and hot.
Anyway, the other two deferred to him, called him something like Walker and he watched everything she did while driving and parking. She felt that he might drive off with her car save she had a feeling he would not know where to go at this point.
"Stay in the car- what you are currently in." This was when they gave her blank looks on car.
"I will come back with some clothes for you to put on." She sighed and rolled her eyes. Absently she pulled her shirt out a ways to show them. When she looked back the one called Fijbold was looking at the car roof. She resisted the urge to smack her forehead against the steering wheel.
"Stay." she made a point of looking at Walker when she said this. Said a silent prayer that was much the same and opened the car door as secretly as she could. Walker watched her closely. Dammit, but he was cute!
Stay focused Maggie.
She closed the car door and turned away from the car.
Would it be large or extra large. What the hell did she think she was doing? Call the cops and be done with it. Go home and try to forget the whole night.
She found herself going through the doors, glancing at the disinterest clerks and creeping down the aisles to the men's section. Sweats, it would have to be sweats- they were the easiest for covering the body. Underwear? Should she buy underwear? What color? Did it matter? Where did these guys come from? Why were they naked? What were they doing out there in the middle of nowhere? Could they be criminals? Could they be aliens?
Okay, that was a little too much X-Files.
They were just 3 guys who obviously weren't gay- right? Just out in a field with no clothes and hardly any English who didn't know what a car was- there had to be a logical explanation- right? Oh God, she hoped there was an explanation.
She glanced up to find Bill the Security Guard looking at her.
She let out a muffled scream and dropped the boxer shorts she had been looking at.
Crap and double crap!
"Hi Mags." She hated that name, but he had called her that since they were nine.
She smiled and sucked in a breath.
"Hi Bill."
Bill was about as average a man as you could get. he was 5 foot 8 inches, 195 lbs, a little dumpy from too much sitting, slightly balding brunette with a whisper thin mustache that looked more like it had been glued on instead of grown. His uniform was mostly clean except for the permanent food drop stain right below his chin which always told the women he talked to that he ate most of his meals in his car, a Mazda -black with a red racing stripe.
"So Mags-" Bill began then looked around and yawned.
Maggie waited.
"Heard you broke up."
Yep, news travels at lightspeed in the south.
"Yeah" Maggie said shifting the three sets of sweats from one arm to the next then remembering to put the boxers back on the rack.
"If you wanna talk about it?" Bill said and shifted his radio belt. This appeared to be a "cop-thing" the belt shifting. Bill only had a radio and a can of mace or pepper spray. The store wouldn't let him carry anything else apparently. Small favors.
Thanks Bill, but its too-" she began.
"Soon. Yeah I kind of figured that- what with that nekkid guy standing on your car roof in the parking lot."
Crap, crap, and double crap!
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