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Preview from chapter one
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Slow burner—real-life seductions are sometimes slow.
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My Dutch parents still lived in Spain, as I came back from California. In Spain, as a 19-year-old, I had to make a decision: either stay and get the Spanish nationality so I could work there or go back to Holland. In both cases I ran the risk of having to serve the compulsory military service, but in Holland it was only 14 months, compared to the 24 months in Spain. Plus, the Spanish military service was way harder compared to the long-haired, pot-smoking Dutch service. So, my parents gave me some starter money, and off I was, back to Holland, after so many years had been spent abroad.
The first week was all paperwork; thank God my dad had organized a student room for me. So, I came back to my home country, but as a stranger, because I had been away for almost 10 years of the 19 years I existed. But, as I was buying some groceries at the local Spar supermarket, I saw a job possibility posted there, and I was able to talk to the manager. I got the job, and I would start this coming Tuesday! Maybe it sounds like a small event, but for me it was a big step!
Tuesday because the supermarket was small, so they closed on Mondays, saving costs on staff. We worked five days, Tuesdays–Saturdays.
I would be in charge of the fruits and fresh vegetables. On day one they showed me how to have color contrasts to properly display the fruit and what vegetables had to be next to each other. On day two I slowly got “into it," understanding how to do things, and on day three I felt good about myself and the job. Some folks will remember that I played college basketball in San Diego and that we all were big, well-trained muscular beasts. I guess that is how I looked, standing there behind the fruit in my white, tight t-shirt and my Levi's 517. I did wear a green Spar apron, so my look was a bit like those advertisements of car tires.
And suddenly, she was standing in front of me, on the other side of the large fruit display.
A beautiful customer.
A tall, slender, very dark-haired brunette with large breasts (80E, 36D) and a pear-shaped ass to die for. She was carefully looking at the fruit selection, partially ignoring me. She was wearing a long summer one-piece dress and brown sandals. I could not see if he was wearing a bra, because just as I wanted to glance again at her breasts, she was looking with her beautiful brown eyes straight at me.