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Fatty mature fucks while pregnant.   Pretty much every guy has a built-in biological detector for determining if a woman is interested or not. Whether you hone yours or not is up to you, but mine was in tip top fucking shape and my detector was entering DEFCON 1. The quick glances I got my way the rest of our time in the store pretty much confirmed my suspicions, and I could hardly think about anything else than what she would look like stripped naked on a bed.

After I helped my parents move the cabinet they bought back to our house, I took my own car back to the thrift shop. I was as nervous as the next guy about asking someone out, but what the hell did I have to lose, anyway? I made my way back inside and acted like I was browsing.

Sure enough, Angela caught a glimpse of me and made a beeline across the store to come help. “Hey, you’re back? Did you need help finding anything else?” she asked.

“Yeah I guess my parents forgot they also wanted a wardrobe, so they sent me back to check to see if you had any good ones left.” I lied blatantly. “Could you show me where they are?” I asked, knowing full well where they were but not wanting to come right out and ask her what I really wanted. “My name is Jim by the way.”

“I’m Angela! And yeah we have some in the back, let’s go and see if we have what you’re looking for.” Angela said as she started sauntering off towards the wardrobes, giving me a much better view of the tramp stamp I’d seen earlier. I swear to god she even wiggled her ass a little as she walked, purposefully lowering my IQ even farther as the blood left my brain and went somewhere else.

She led me over and helped me fake-browse through some of their wardrobes for a few minutes before I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Honestly I’m not even sure exactly what kind of wardrobe they wanted, I’ll have to bring them back here later.” I said, trying to keep eye contact and not look down at the chest she was obviously flaunting.

“Oh, yeah, that’s probably a good idea then.” she said, looking slightly disappointed.

“Hey before I go, I know you’re working hard and everything here, but would you be up for a drink after you get off work later?” I asked, hoping for a home-run.

Her eyes lit up at this, and my hopes soared, before she replied with, “A drink, yeah? I would totally be down for one, if only I wasn’t married.” She gave a pained smile and flashed the ring on her left hand, which god himself must have put there in the last ten seconds, because I hadn’t seen it before then.

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