The Power of an Interlude

Caroline's Place to Write

It was a VERY busy day at work but I had two young kids at home that were probably starring at an empty refrigerator so there was no question I would have to stop by my trusty HEB store to pick up groceries for the family.  I actually had a lot of groceries to get so I knew I would be going down most of the aisles.  After about the 4^th aisle I began to get a strange feeling.  I wasn’t sure what it was at first…I mean it is normal for men to look at women and as a result it was normal for me to realize that a man was looking at me.  Maybe he liked my short skirt or something so at first I didn’t think much of it.  I went on down the 5^th and 6^th aisle, filling up the grocery cart for…

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