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walk over and start talking, Stavros.
    The noise from my door closing has her jumping around and I’m momentarily stupefied by her angelic beauty.  I mean, totally dumb struck.  There is no other way to explain it.  This woman is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.  I’ve seen hot women before, but she isn’t just hot– she is stunning.  She looks up at me with round hazel eyes that are confused, obviously by a strange man standing in her driveway, especially one who towers her by more than a foot.  Her mouth, what a mouth, those perfectly, full, pouty lips moving, about to say something.  Kissing lips.  I’d like to kiss those lips.  She is exquisite.  I’ve never seen anyone so… so… shake it off, Stavros.  Women. Are. The. Enemy!  “Excuse me, miss.  I was wondering if you could help me.”  You can help me alright.  Help me right out of my pants and into yours.   “I’m not from around here.  I’ve been driving around checking out the scenery and my GPS crapped out on me.  Now I don’t know how to get out of here.  Could you give me directions back to the main road, please?  Thank goodness you were taking in groceries. I could have been driving around for a while looking for help.  It’s too early to knock on people’s doors.”  I obviously could have looked it up on my cell, but I was hoping she wouldn’t think of that.  I’d just say it was dead if asked.  I’m giving her my famous I want in your pants smile that normally has woman falling all over me.  Normally I’d be getting the whole, “Oh my God, you’re Tucker Stavros.  I love you so much” line by now, but she seems to care less who I am.   Interesting.  
    “Sure.  Let me just get these groceries inside and then I can write down some directions for you.  It can be kind of confusing getting out of here,” she says back with a smile.  Wow.  She’s even more beautiful when she smiles.  Offer to help her just to get her to smile like that again.
    “Let me help you with those then.  It’s the least I can do.”  I give her another smile, but tone it down this time.  She seems hesitant, but shrugs which I take as an okay and start grabbing groceries.  Her Trailblazer, aww yeah, she drives a Chevy, is packed with bags and beer and… a box of wine?  What the hell?  Hey.  She’s got Magic Hat #9.  This girl is speaking my language.  Starting with the heavy stuff first, I start bringing her groceries in.  When I walk in through the doorway, she already has a pile of bags started.  Is she feeding a football team?  “How about I get the rest of the stuff from your car while you unpack?” I offer.  I can tell she isn’t sure how to answer that.  The indecision is written all over her face.  “My Grams would take me over her knee if I didn’t offer.”  The smile that breaks out on her face takes my breath away.  I don’t think I’ve ever been affected by anyone like this before.  Holy shit.
    “Sure.  Thank you.”  Even her voice is angelic.  Fuck, did I just think that?  Ok, Tucker, get your head back in the game, man.  She’s just another chick.  Just. Another. Chick.  Get the groceries, get back in here, and find out how much time you have before the husband comes back.  Mentally chastising myself the whole way to the car, I try to block out the images of her smile and those hazel eyes, but I can’t.  Dammit.  Maybe after I get up in there I’ll feel like myself again.  This shit with Victoria has me all messed up.  That’s got to be it.
    After about ten trips, her vehicle is finally unloaded and closed up.  She has been steadily unpacking all the bags.  Her counter-tops are covered in food and I’m practically drooling.  Bad idea to skip breakfast this morning.  I’m starving and being this close to real food is making me salivate.  I need to say something before I look like a drooling animal.  “Your house is gorgeous.”   And so are you.