The First Bank Affair
by
Ken Anderson
Based on actual events

Hiding in the bushes like a coward; shot in the butt like an idiot. How can a man tell his future grandchildren that his greatest chance at fame came to an untimely end when he was shot in the butt? He probably should keep his mouth shut. It began like a lot of innocent adventures—an average day in an average life…

I walk across the asphalt that fronts the little shopping strip where my hardware store is located, heading to the First Bank branch to deposit my weekly receipts and to size up the new girl who is working as a teller. Some of the boys say that she is a real looker, and I’ve been feeling a little lonely the past few years.

Her back is to me as I enter the lobby—a back covered to near the middle with magnificent raven hair.

Wow. If the front is anything like the back . . .

As she steps from behind her station, the crimson mini-dress that ends just below her tush shows off the nicest legs ever beheld by a man’s lusting eyes. Red heels add to their unabashed sexiness. I am becoming extremely interested but my gaze quickly returns to that bushy crown of hair and the mysteries that it hides.

As she turns to face my direction, the breath leaves my body. Love has drop-kicked me in the gut.

This isn’t a girl; this is all woman . . .

After I wipe the slobbers from my chin, I remove my baseball cap and shove it into the back pocket of my jeans. No need looking like a redneck, even if I am one.

Nearing her desk, I notice that a gold pin over her left breast says “Mindy”.
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Copyright© 2002 by Ken Anderson. All rights reserved.

The remainder of this story can be found on my private writing blog.