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He shook his head, forced himself back to his job. "Sure maam, right this way.." He led her shakily around the corner into the next aisle. He stopped halfway, then shook his head again and went on. Sara giggled to herself. "They're all through this aisle," he said.
She knew she had to choose one from the top shelf. She reached up and the boy tried to stop her. "Do you want me to get that for you, maam?"
"No, I can reach it. Thanks." She stood on her tiptoes again, reaching for the box of Cheerios on the top shelf. The higher she reached, the more her breasts tried to come free of the dress. Again the dress was hanging sheerly from her nipples. She quickly, subtly nodded her head. She felt the dress fall away from her breasts, and her breasts swing free in the air.
She pretended not to notice. The poor boy was bugeyed, staring at the two swaying globes hanging free. He straightened and turned resolutely around, looking the opposite direction. "Maam, I think you should cover up," he forced out. Her plan had been to fix her dress and pretend like nothing happened, but she realized that this kid would be fantasizing about her for weeks to come. She felt profoundly sorry just leaving him like this.
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