On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed to jump between them.On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet... The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I didn't have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a woman's dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as well. But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my legs. Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take off. |