It was just after 5pm on Sunday and Candy was dropping off her book at the local library. The temperature was in the 90's, but the Tennessee humidity made it seem even hotter than usual for July. Candy readjusted the chopsticks that held her long, brown hair off of her neck. The bun looked a little matronly, but it was either that or cut her hair to survive the heat. Her pale blue tank top and denim shorts were clinging to her as she pulled at the shirt, hoping to fan away some of the moisture. Turning around to head back home Candy saw the flashy, red, convertible sports car pull into the gas station across the street. There were gorgeous hunks riding in it with the top down. One of them hopped out and went towards the store, only to pull on the door in frustration. It might have been the only gas station for miles around, but in this part of the bible belt nothing stayed open late on Sunday. She watched them closely as the man stopped at the pumps only to find that you had to pay inside. He pounded at the side of the car and kicked the tire in anger. Taking pity on them she strolled over to their car, her long legs making short work of the distance. She looked them over, lifting her sunglasses to reveal large grey eyes. Candy felt her pulse begin to quicken as she gazed upon the awesome male specimens before her.
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