God, I thought, get out of town, Matt.

"I'm a check-out girl at Larson's Supermarket."

"What's the forecast in groceries?"

"I bet you can't guess my name," she said.

"I bet I can't."

"Mary Beth. I bet you'd never guessed it. Practically nobody does."

She sat there looking at me as if she were going to say now it's your turn to tell me your name.

"Mack Norton," I said, which I often used when picking up a strange pussy.

She didn't say anything for a minute. We were sitting in one of those round leather-padded booths and she suddenly moved over and said, "Come on, sit in here," patting the leather beside her. "You're going to trip a waitress sitting way out there on the edge."

Don't be a sap, I told myself. You've got a job to get, don't get mixed up with strange pussy. Don't be a sap, but those long, beautiful creamy thighs looked appealing. Even if I couldn't see her pussy there in the dark, I felt my body moving me over and I couldn't stop thinking about that sweet, little cunt. I had such a hardon I had to squeeze my legs together, but I got over next to her. Hell, it wouldn't hurt to line her up for a future shack-up, after I got squared away here with the team.

"Mind if I smoke?" she said.

"Nope."

"Mind if I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"This sounds crazy, but does it get you hot looking at pictures of naked girls?"

"Yeah, you might say so."

She shook her head and sighed a little. "I bet you'll think I'm crazy or something," she said. "I bet you never met a girl it does the same thing to."

"What?" I looked at her, amazed. "Pictures of girls?"

"No, no, pictures of men. God, I get so hot I can't stand it. I mean those pictures of guys in those muscle magazines. My box just starts jumping."

"It's a little dark in here to read the menu."

"But do you know what I was doing before I came in here?"