We’re in the car driving to the next town further up the highway. I still can’t believe it as I’m checking the rearview mirror making sure that I wasn’t followed as the road behind me was pitch black. And ‘she’ was just sitting in car seat, next to me as I put the radio to a ‘Pop Top 40’ type music station as we get closer to the town on the highway. I guess out of nerves she didn’t sleep. And I can only imagine the trip she must have taken to get here? I’m sure it exactly wasn’t First class on the old Queen Mary, either. I pull over to a Golden Arches that was still open. I go through the drive thru line. I had no idea that it was as late as it was? I just basically order up some burgers & fries combo meals with fruit punch drinks rather than colas because I would imagine too much solid foods and fizzy colas, too soon might be a shock on her system, especially if she really hadn’t eaten in hours or days?
After the food orders are filled, I just park the car in a parking spot that was in the back section of the parking lot. I told her to eat & drink slowly. “Yes, I understand” she says in a low voice. Her English wasn’t too bad, just basic but not too bad as she eats. She points with her thin finger out to the window, “This, this is America?” In her European accent. “Yes, a small portion of it as I try to move her hair away from her face as she almost jumps in her seat. “Sorry. I frightened and ask questions?” “It’s ok.” I tell her, calmingly Eating like she hadn’t eaten in days. She basically went through her whole meal. I let her just sit in the car while I took the trash to trash container and my being I little nervous and can’t believing my luck that I just scored this Hot European foreign babe that is here just to serve me! I regain my composer as I get back in the car. I ask her for her name? In a nice almost father like tone and she tells me, “Anja,” she says not knowing if that was really her name or not and there was no way to tell? So, for the time being it’s “Anja” and it did suit her though, I thought. And I didn’t want to get into all of that right there in the front seat of the car. I just start the engine and drive towards the Big Blue Star super store that wasn’t too far away. I’m figuring I’m gonna need a few things that I didn’t have at home & she could use a few outfits since what she had on and what what she had with her certainly wasn’t much.
I pull into the parking lot of the Big Blue Star super store. Since it was a 24hours store. There was people coming & going, still and it looked like the big parking lot was about two-thirds full. Anja looked alittle nervous and I got her out of the car and held her thin hand as we walked toward the big store. “America,” she just says. Just digging her accent but I try not to show it.
I’m sure she never seen such a big store before and in a childlike way she looked all around and says, “Such grand store, all America shops here?” “Kinda Sorta, yeah.” As I get a shopping cart and make my way towards the woman’s department. I figure I just get her a few basic things for the time being? So I pick out a few nice tops, a blouse, a pair of leggings, a pair of blue jeans, a basic short skirt. Holding it to her body to make sure the sizing was OK? Thinking to myself, this is almost too easy? And I don’t have to argue & fuss & fight. She’ll just do what she’s told cause she was brought up that way as I push that cart around the woman’s section and make my way over to the lingerie section. Anja is still looking around. In wonderment, I can imagine as I try to pick out a few nice bras figuring about a 34/36 B or C cup? I pick out a few nice, pretty ones in different colors. Black, white, egg shell, pink. And I get around and pick out a few pairs of pantyhose in a few different colors judging her size from the listing of sizes on the back of the package. I pick out a few pairs in black, off black, nude, suntan, beige & taupe to play it safe and a couple of pairs of some socks, too. Anja is just looking around right behind me as I push the cart around the narrow aisles of the woman’s section. I pick out a few panties in a pack. The popular hip hugger & bikini styles and a few other one that I thought might would look good on her and I pick out a nighty that might look nice on her and then we make our way over to the shoe section and I just get her a couple pairs of shoes. I’ll just get her a pair of ballet flats, some house slippers and pair of nice pump heels and a pair of flip flops. I did have her try on the shoes and it looks like she’s around a 7 or 7 1/2 in shoes. Not too bad. I guess European women have smaller feet for some reason? “Toilet, I have to go to the toilet.” “Oh, ok so I bring her over to the bathrooms, luckily there was one in the back of the store that was still open? A few minutes later she comes back out with her face washed and her her hair looks better combed. Amazed how fair she is even in the store light. But I just move on to the cosmetics and I just get a few basic things just to start her off. She ‘opened up’ in the cosmetics section. She wanted some lipsticks and some eye make up, blush & some concealer and some mascara and a few make up brushes. I let her run alittle open with this stuff because I dig a gal who can doll herself up. We finished off the cosmetics with a few nail polishes and then over to get some soaps & shampoos and other things before check out. Thank goodness I had planned ahead for these expenditures by saving & working a few side jobs to have some extra cash. Cause yeah, ‘I can’t just put her down & claim her as a ‘dependent’ now can’t, I?’ I laugh at myself inside head as we check out & head for the car.
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