Parking at the grocery store, I waited a few minutes until just after six. Then I hopped out and started to walk toward the door. Lacy was just coming out when I got to it, so I stopped. She looked up at me and smiled. Oh, that smile! She was wearing a gray sweater and jeans. Her long hair spilled mostly down her back, but she had a few locks draped over her shoulders that hung down her front as well. Right over her breasts. I had to forcibly keep my eyes locked on her face so I didn't get caught staring at her t**s. They looked plump, although the sweater hid their usual conelike shape.
"Hey, Mr. Evans," she said when I came up to her.
"Hi Lacy," I said back, smiling. Then I added, "Uh, you can call me Logan, though."
She shrugged and said, "Ok." That was all. Then she glanced around a
