I cut through merchandising to leave today and as I was walking this woman turned into the aisle in front of me, tall, dark, slender, short skirt, shoulder length dark hair, great ass, probably in her mid forties. After about 5 steps she looked over shoulder to see if I was watching her, smiled when she saw that I was, and turned another corner.

I figured "what the hell," shrugged, and turned the corner after her. She was a few yards ahead of me, reaching into her pocket, hopefully not for mace.

She slowed, and I thought about slowing too, but decided to maintain my pace. I fell in beside her and was happy to discover that the small dark object in her hand was a phone and not a weapon.

We walked together down the dark and deserted hall, not speaking, not knowing each other or where we were going, as as she dialed the phone with a slender elegant finger, waited for the connection, raised the phone to her ear and turned her head to face me, her dark eyes bright and mischievous as she spoke in a melodious and incredibly seductive voice to the poor bastard who answered, "Hi honey. Don't wait up for dinner, OK? Something just came up at work and I may be another hour."