We were at 7-Eleven. You were wearing a white dress and red high heels. I was wearing the 7-Eleven uniform per “policy”. You were in line behind the blind guy. I pretended to give his cane a blow job because he couldn’t see me and, you got to admit, it was funny. You asked for a pack of Marlboros. I said, “Would you like a slurpee?” in my best Indian/racist voice. You lowered your sunglasses, looked me in the eye, and said, “Marlboros, asshole.” I said, “I get off at 11:00. You wanna share a Big Gulp?” You sighed, but I could tell you meant, “I want to screw your brains out.” because I’m really good at reading women. So, what do you say? You - me - 64 ounces of fountain soda - naked? Call me.