GIVE IN

At one hour before closing time sh entered the store. No one was
around to see to her, no one save for one lone salesman who is captured
by her beauty and her powerful stride as her fie-foot ten modelesque
frame commands attention as she glides across the the floor in her five
or mabe six inch stelleto heels.
Her clothes were tailor made, at least thats the way they looked to
Ron. From the bottom of her shoes to the top of her head the fit was
perfect.
Most of his fellow workers would've seen a chance to make a buck or a
"nice piece of...." but Ron saw something else, something different
from any other woman or even customer that he had met. He wasn't sure
of what it was until she spoke.
"Excuse me boy" she said with a tone that sent shivers up Ron's spine.
It was athorative yet kind, condecending yet playful. Ron responded the
best way he could to this stunningly beautiful woman.
"Yes maam how may I help you?"
"Are you the only sales man available?"
"Yes I am" he said and without knowing why he felt the need to explain
himself to her.
"My Manager is in the office couting the draw out
and everyone eles has gone home for the evening."
"Really" she smiled and a sly look came across her face. She started
towards him "So tell me boy..." Cutting her off Ron said "My name is
Ron."
"Did I ask you your name boy?" Her tone changed almost as if she were
scolding him. Any other customer would've been told that the prase boy
was used to signify that one person was lower than another and that she
should call him by his real name or take her business eleswere.

Ron wanted to say that, but to this beautifully empowered woman all he
could say was "no maam."
"Good" she said circling him the way a sargent inspects his troops
"Tell me boy" she emphasized the word this time "what are the two types
of businesses?"
Ron wasn't sure where she was going with the question. "Product and
service" he said. "Very good and which one do you work for?"
He felt like a little boy being questioned by his teacher in school he
hesitated. "Let me ask you another way" she said impatiently, "which do
you do boy do you produce or do you serve?" She had slowly circled him
and was now infront of him silently demanding an answer their eyes
locked together. Finally Ron answered reluctantly realizing what he was
admitting to. "I serve maam." "Good" she said "and you are here to
serve me." There was a long pause "Now that we are on the same page we
can get down to business." Her tone had changed back to its original
form the one that had caught Ron's attention in the first place.
"What's all this about hometheater, I mean if I wanted to put one in
my home how would I start?" Ron thought, to himself did she just say
that he was there to serve her. He wasn,t here to serve anyone he was
here to make... "I'm waiting boy." She brought him back to the present,
but appearently not enough because he still had a confused uneasy look
on his face so she decided to wake him up some more. "Obviously"she
said, "you don't want my business so I will shop elsewhere." She
started toward the door, a feeling of anxiety came over Ron as he said
"No...please don't leave. "Do you want me to stay" she asked him "Yes
maam"Ron said with all the sincerness in his heart. This moved the
woman and prompted her to walk back to to Ron and say "That's a good
boy" while tenderly rubbing his cheek "Now she said "back to business
tell me what I need to start my hometheater." "A television." Ron
couldn"t believe he said something so stupid neither could she.