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Beautiful Karla

Yesterday when I went into town, one of my goals was to find
a table for the guest bedroom my mother will use when she is visiting.
I thought about a folding table and looked at Lowes but couldn't find any.
After leaving Lowes, I put my stuff in the van and went next door
to Target.

I walk into Target. Look to my left at the checkout counters.
I see her. An incredibly attractive young woman. She is a Target
employee and going to checkout register 6.

She has long black hair - really, really black. Thick and full.
Her hair falls to the middle of her back and onto her shoulders
in sinuous stalactite-like shapes. For a few seconds I wonder
if it is real or a wig - it is that nice. That's what attracts me the most -
that and her slim youthfulness. I tell myself to go to her
counter when I check out.

I proceed to look for folding tables. They don't have any. What they
do have is some relatively cheap furniture. Among these is a
craftsman style computer desk that is four foot long. It's made mostly
of solid wood and only $99. I decide to buy one of them because
after my mother leaves I can use it for this computer.

I go to the checkout registers. There are two people at register #6 with
a lot of stuff. I go to the adjacent Express Line checkout as the one person
there is almost done checking out. From where I am at I can see Ms. Beautiful-
Black-Hair from head to toe. The dark heavy mascara of her eyes matches
and greatly complements her hair. Her face is full and rounded.
Her features border on child-like. She has features some might not find
particularly attractive, but I do.

She is wearing a pair of layered tops - tight, knit, short sleeved, bow front,
red over red falling just to the top of her light colored jeans. Both tops bulge with
large round breasts. Her hips are slim. Her butt is nicely full, with a slight
and attractive droop over her upper thighs. Her butt and thighs are tightly
wrapped in her jeans.

She sees me watching her and looks my way several times. Our eyes meet
once - briefly, but mostly she is looking at me without looking directly at me.
Her face has lots of smiles.

I can't stop looking at her - I am totally fascinated with her looks.

In time I am checked out and leave with one last look back.

I am gone from the store and her, but yet the image of her remains
burned in my mind. I can only think about how much I would like to
do a painting of her - a way to possess her for myself forever.

Today I have to go back to town for a longer curtain rod and some
groceries. Driving to town, I decide that I like that computer desk
that I bought at Target enough to buy another one. I can use a second
one as I need some kind of a table in my studio as that area
is now mostly empty and it will be a long while before I will
be able to get the work counters put in. Even then, I had planned to have
a table or desk area at the East end of the studio.

I go back to Target. I walk in the door. I see her again, at checkout
register #8 today. I resolve to go to her checkout line. I do.

Again, I am mesmerized by her still beautiful hair and features.
I study her as I wait for the person ahead to get checked out.
While I wait I snap a picture of her with my cell phone camera.
Not a great picture but better than nothing. I am tempted to use
my good camera in my shirt pocket. That would be too obvious. Besides
there is too much back lighting from the front doors.

Karla - that's the name on her badge - begins to ring up my few items.
We banter a bit.She seems to recognize me. I think she might
feel uncomfortable.

"You have pretty hair," I tell her.

"Thank you," she replies looking directly at me.

I see the golden brown color of her eyes for the first time.

"And you have pretty eyes," I inform her adding, "In fact,
you are pretty all over." Now I am sure I am making her
somewhat uncomfortable. But I can't help myself. She is that beautiful.

My order is rung up. I slide my Master Card into the reader.
The window changes to the signature block and a button that says,
"Done." My mind must be muddled because I take the stylus and
click on "Done" without signing it.Yesterday when I went into town, one of my goals was to find
a table for the guest bedroom my mother will use when she is visiting.
I thought about a folding table and looked at Lowes but couldn't find any.
After leaving Lowes, I put my stuff in the van and went next door
to Target.

I walk into Target. Look to my left at the checkout counters.
I see her. An incredibly attractive young woman. She is a Target
employee and going to checkout register 6.

She has long black hair - really, really black. Thick and full.
Her hair falls to the middle of her back and onto her shoulders
in sinuous stalactite-like shapes. For a few seconds I wonder
if it is real or a wig - it is that nice. That's what attracts me the most -
that and her slim youthfulness. I tell myself to go to her
counter when I check out.

I proceed to look for folding tables. They don't have any. What they
do have is some relatively cheap furniture. Among these is a
craftsman style computer desk that is four foot long. It's made mostly
of solid wood and only $99. I decide to buy one of them because
after my mother leaves I can use it for this computer.

I go to the checkout registers. There are two people at register #6 with
a lot of stuff. I go to the adjacent Express Line checkout as the one person
there is almost done checking out. From where I am at I can see Ms. Beautiful-
Black-Hair from head to toe. The dark heavy mascara of her eyes matches
and greatly complements her hair. Her face is full and rounded.
Her features border on child-like. She has features some might not find
particularly attractive, but I do.

She is wearing a pair of layered tops - tight, knit, short sleeved, bow front,
red over red falling just to the top of her light colored jeans. Both tops bulge with
large round breasts. Her hips are slim. Her butt is nicely full, with a slight
and attractive droop over her upper thighs. Her butt and thighs are tightly
wrapped in her jeans.

She sees me watching her and looks my way several times. Our eyes meet
once - briefly, but mostly she is looking at me without looking directly at me.
Her face has lots of smiles.

I can't stop looking at her - I am totally fascinated with her looks.

In time I am checked out and leave with one last look back.

I am gone from the store and her, but yet the image of her remains
burned in my mind. I can only think about how much I would like to
do a painting of her - a way to possess her for myself forever.

Today I have to go back to town for a longer curtain rod and some
groceries. Driving to town, I decide that I like that computer desk
that I bought at Target enough to buy another one. I can use a second
one as I need some kind of a table in my studio as that area
is now mostly empty and it will be a long while before I will
be able to get the work counters put in. Even then, I had planned to have
a table or desk area at the East end of the studio.

I go back to Target. I walk in the door. I see her again, at checkout
register #8 today. I resolve to go to her checkout line. I do.

Again, I am mesmerized by her still beautiful hair and features.
I study her as I wait for the person ahead to get checked out.
While I wait I snap a picture of her with my cell phone camera.
Not a great picture but better than nothing. I am tempted to use
my good camera in my shirt pocket. That would be too obvious. Besides
there is too much back lighting from the front doors.

Karla - that's the name on her badge - begins to ring up my few items.
We banter a bit.She seems to recognize me. I think she might
feel uncomfortable.

"You have pretty hair," I tell her.

"Thank you," she replies looking directly at me.

I see the golden brown color of her eyes for the first time.

"And you have pretty eyes," I inform her adding, "In fact,
you are pretty all over." Now I am sure I am making her
somewhat uncomfortable. But I can't help myself. She is that beautiful.

My order is rung up. I slide my Master Card into the reader.
The window changes to the signature block and a button that says,
"Done." My mind must be muddled because I take the stylus and
click on "Done" without signing it.

"Oh-oh," I say. "I think I screwed up. You've got me all be-fuddled."

She quickly salvages the situation and produces a credit card receipt
for me to sign and a pen. I sense that she might be anxious to be rid
of me. And soon she is.

Still I can't get her out of my mind. If I were braver and had the time
I'd ask her if she'd model for a painting. She remains on my mind
all afternoon. Few women ever attract me like this, but she has
very unique features. And I may yet approach her about modeling for me.


"Oh-oh," I say. "I think I screwed up. You've got me all be-fuddled."

She quickly salvages the situation and produces a credit card receipt
for me to sign and a pen. I sense that she might be anxious to be rid
of me. And soon she is.

Still I can't get her out of my mind. If I were braver and had the time
I'd ask her if she'd model for a painting. She remains on my mind
all afternoon. Few women ever attract me like this, but she has
very unique features. And I may yet approach her about modeling for me.

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