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    She headed straight for the drink case and snagged a 20 oz Coke. “You want one?”
    “Grab me a Nehi Orange, if you don't mind.” He rifled through the candy section.
    “ Okay.” She snagged a pack of wintergreen gum and some BBQ chips. “I'm good to go.”
    He had a stack of candy and two bags of chips. “It's been a while since I've had junk food. MRE's are not the gourmet meals they advertise them to be.”
    “What's an MRE?” She plopped her stuff on the conveyor belt.
    “ Meals ready to eat. It’s pretty much whatever they can find that's edible, stuffed in vacuum sealed bags and packed in with a portable heater pack. They suck.” He dropped his load on the belt too. The teenaged cashier started ringing Zoe's stuff up. She pulled out her wallet and he touched her arm. “Your money's no good here. I got this.”
    “ No, I can get it.”
    “ Put the damn wallet away, I got this.” He whipped out a shiny gold card and the cashier used the old fashioned credit card machine to make an impression of the card and he signed the receipt. They meandered back to the parking lot and climbed back into the car. “Okay, my lady, where to next?”
    She popped the lid on the Coke and took a sip before responding. “Want to go to my place? My dad's been boning someone and is never home. We could watch bad TV and just chill, or we could hit the beach again.”
    “I don't know, I kind of miss crappy American television.” He shrugged.
    “ No pressure. I'm not going to jump your bones or anything. I just have AC and it's still kind of hot to be outside, but it's your choice. Ball is in your court, Calvin.” She buckled her seat belt and looked at him quietly.
    “ Your place it is. Just tell me how to get there.” He put the car in drive.
    “ You got it,” she smiled.
     

Chapter Six –  Friday Night
     
    They pulled into her driveway, and he cut the lights before turning off the engine. “Here it is,” she murmured self-consciously.
    “ Quaint.”
    Zoe looked at him and laughed. “Yeah, I guess. Come on.” She walked up the pathway and climbed the stairs of the porch. He admired the pull of her muscles in her legs and ass as she stepped up. She opened the front door and flipped on a kitchen light. He looked around the old kitchen and smiled.
    “A lot like my grandparents' house.”
    She grinned. “Yeah a lot of them here are identical.” Her eyes met his and he saw a blush blossoming across her cheeks and she bit her bottom lip. “I'm going to change really quick, this swimsuit is uncomfortable. I'll be back. The living room is just in there; you can turn the TV on and relax.” She turned and looked over her shoulder. “Won't take me long.”
    “Just don't change too much,” he called after her. He heard her laugh. He took the bags of snacks into the living room and plopped on the ugly orange couch, trying to get comfortable.
    She was darting around her room looking for something to wear. She couldn't very well go out there in her ratty pajamas and it would look weird to get totally dressed again. Fuck. She settled on a red camisole with a built in bra, not that it held her knockers much, but it was too hot for anything else, and a pair of cotton shorts. She padded back down the hall and saw Calvin flipping through the channels. “Hey, I'm back.” She folded her arms across her chest self-consciously.
    He looked over his shoulder at her and his mouth went dry. He took a quick sip of his soda. “Welcome back, I saved you a seat.”
    She smirked. “What do you want to watch? Daddy actually had cable put in a year ago. We's fancy.”
    “ Might as well keep flipping and see if we can find anything good.” He kept sneaking peeks at her from the corner of his eye. Her breasts were barely contained in this tiny camisole top and he shifted to hide the beginnings of an erection. She folded her legs under her as she got more comfortable and smiled at him. Damn, she's gorgeous, he sighed.
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