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Saturday, June 5, 2010
Mustang Lorelai by Nancy Goldberg Levine
Ken Solomon didn’t know what he was doing at the Leg-intimate lingerie store. He had come here with his friend, Owen, the sheriff of their small town. Owen was dating Norie Morgan and wanted to buy her something special. Ken was afraid that if the owner of the place saw him there with the sheriff, she’d think they were making a raid. There was nothing illegal about Leg-intimate, but he could have arrested the owner for breaking hearts. Lorelai Reuben, with her shoulder-length black hair and smoldering blue eyes, had curves in all the right places. She also knew her customers, and her lingerie. As soon as Owen told her he wanted to buy something sexy for Norie Morgan, she discreetly looked up her size and found the perfect animal print bra and panties.
“What about you?” Lorelai asked, looking Ken over and making him want to ask if he could take her home instead of the lingerie.
“I just came with Owen. I don’t need anything. I’m worried about your signs, though.”
Lorelai looked sadly at the “Going Out of Business” signs plastered all over the store. “If I don’t start making a bigger profit, this place is going to have to go.”
Ken thought about Lorelai’s store having to go out of business for the rest of the day. Not only would the beautiful, full-figured owner have to give up her livelihood, thousands of curvy ladies in Mensocket, Maine, would have to find other places to buy their lingerie. After work, he went to the bank, took out money and got a money order. He drove back to the store in his classic ‘60s Mustang convertible. He liked things from the good old days, especially music and cars. He wished he had grown up during the age when women wore mini-skirts. He saw that Lorelai was closing up the store and rushed through the door.
“Here,” he said, handing her the money order. “Don’t tell anybody I gave it to you.”
“Five thousand dollars?” Lorelai said. “I can’t…” She looked out the window, taking in the navy blue Mustang. “Is that your car?”
“Yep. And you have to take the money. I don’t want it to be said that I was responsible for the women of Mensocket not having any place to buy sexy lingerie.”
“Wow! It’s too much.”
“Okay, I have an idea. To pay me back, you can come over and help me wash my car. You seem to like it. And we’ll have to go out on a date. If you like me, we’ll keep going out, and if you don’t, take the money anyway.”
“Deal.” Ken walked to the car, then watched the curve of Lorelai’s bottom as she locked the place up. She looked great in those jeans and low-cut Leg-intimate T-shirt, but what did the owner of a lingerie shop wear underneath?
They drove to his house, a big place with a wrap-around porch and lots of trees. Okay, he liked old-fashioned houses, too. They put the car in the garage, while Lorelai asked all kinds of questions about it. Obviously, she knew cars as well as her customers’ sizes and preferences. Ken got ready for the car washing, and Lorelai turned on the hose. Unfortunately, it sprayed out in a hurry, soaking her T-shirt and jeans.
“I’m sorry,” Ken said. “I should have warned you about my lethal hose. I can put that stuff in the dryer for you, but…”
“Yeah, I don’t have anything to change to.”
“The garage is locked, though. Nobody would see you but me.”
Lorelai blushed. Ken found that charming. “Okay, I’ll find you something to wear. Meanwhile, get out of those wet things and I’ll put them in the dryer.”
Ken went off to find something for her to slip on, but all he could find was one of the old flannel shirts he used for working around the house. When he came back to the garage, he saw that Lorelai wore a navy blue Victorian-looking corset and matching panties, trimmed in lace. It showed off every inch of her ample figure and long legs. When Ken saw her, he didn’t know if they’d ever get the car washed. He did know they were going to have a date, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
About the Author: Nancy Goldberg Levine is the author of Tempting Jonah, a romance novel about friends who become lovers set in the fictional town of Mensocket, Maine, where "Mustang Lorelai" takes place. She is also the author of more than 50 short stories. She lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, and her day job is working for the government.