"Nice choice, my sweet, " the voice said, laughing evilly. "There's an old-fashioned grocery store just down the road in the town of Millwood. Drive over there. Park your car as far from the store as you can. Your shopping list will be on your car's windscreen wiper. Be sure to get it before you start the car."
Casey composed herself. The last thing she wanted to do was take these games on the road. She quickly stepped outside and walked quickly over to her car, looking all around her, hoping to spot the owner of the voice. He must be nearby, she thought, if he's leaving things on my car.
On her windscreen, as promised, was a plain white envelope containing a shopping list. It was a printout from an anonymous computer. She quickly glanced at the list of embarrassing object.
She sighed deeply. This would be a tricky trip to the store.
The drive to Millwood was quick and uneventful. Millwood had one grocery store, one petrol station and a small church surrounded by a handful of aging homes.
It was a quiet midweek evening and hers was one of only three cars in the parking lot. The other two cars were parked halfway up the carpark--probably the employees' cars trying to keep the "good spots" free for the customers.
She locked her car, straightened her skirt idly with her hands and strode purposefully toward the automatic doors of the store. As she walked, she again perused her shopping list: large dog collar, dog chain, largest zucchini, carrot, cucumber available, a dozen extra large eggs, salve of KY jelly, a box of condoms (extra sensation), chocolate syrup, can of whipped cream, disposable camera, torch (flashlight) with extra batteries, fishnet stockings, thigh high, hold-up stockings, a pair of scissors, bright red lipstick, and some other assorted items. |