A New Beginning
Juno


Donna was still angry on how her day had gone.  As she pushed the grocery
cart around the store, the words that were going through her mind over and
over were, "you are just not aggressive enough."  So what should have been
her promotion to Regional Sales Director, went to another.  Another woman,
with less experience, less education and less sales, but she was pushy,
loud and apparently aggressive.  Not only did she not get the expected
promotion, but also now she had to work for and report to the little shit.

In fairness to her new boss, most people would be considered small in
comparison to Donna, especially women.  Donna was a tall woman, standing
6'1" in her bare feet.  Despite her height, Donna usually didn't project a
presence when she was with other people.  She was normally quiet, reserve
and often deferred her opinions to others.

Donna glanced in her grocery cart and determined that what she had was
sufficient for dinner tonight for her and her husband.  She choose what
appeared to be the shortest line to checkout, still seething over how her
day went.  Even though she was not paying a lot of attention on how slow
her line was moving, she stopped thinking about her day to observe the
person in front of her talking on a cell phone.

He was not only talking, but not moving as well.  Donna waited a few more
seconds for him to move forward, as the break in the line had widened.  But
ignoring the people behind him, he continued to talk and not moving
forward.

Now Donna's anger on how her day had gone was beginning to expand to her
standing in line at the grocery store.  Donna gently moved her cart into
the backside of the man talking on the phone in front of her.  He ignored
her bump.  Donna pushed harder and continued to push until he partially
turned acknowledging the line behind him and move forward a few steps.

Donna continued to crowd him with her cart, until he stopped talking on the
phone and turned to face Donna.

"What is your problem, lady?" he said.

"You are the problem, stop talking on the phone and pay attention to the
line when it moves, so maybe we can get out of here before the store
closes," retorted Donna.

"Yeah, yeah, damn pushy broads, you'll get home in time to fix dinner for
the man of the house," he answered back.

Donna rarely lost her temper, but the way the day was going, she had a good
chance of losing it in the store.  Her marriage was one of equality; it was
just her turn to cook tonight.  She was starting to feel stereotyped both
at work and now as a wife, further fueling her anger.

The man finally reached the checkout clerk, while still talking on the
phone he emptied his cart.  Donna also now had room to empty her cart as
well.  She then pushed her empty cart around the man.  As she walked back
to her place in line, she noticed that the clerk had finished ringing up
his purchases and was waiting for the money.  He had not yet taken out his
wallet, but was talking on the phone instead, not paying any attention to
the clerk.

Seeing the man ignoring the clerk was the last straw for Donna.  As Donna
was passing him to get back into line, she purposely bumped into him hard
with her hip and elbow.  Although Donna had never thought of herself as a
big person, she was big boned and standing 6'1" and weighing about 175 #'s,
her bump was considerable.  Especially since the man had his back to Donna
and was not expecting the contact.  Further, it did not help his situation,
that he stood about 5'8" and weighed about 150#'s.

The bump pushed him up against the checkout counter, which he had to grab
to avoid falling on the floor.  He had to grab on the counter with both
hands, thus dropping his cell phone on the floor.

"What the hell is going on?"  "Why don't you watch were you are going you
fat cow," snapped the man as he regained his footing.

"Oh, I'm sorry," cooed Donna, "did I brush you as I went by?"

Donna picked up his phone off the floor, turned it off and started to hand
it to him.  "Sorry, it looks like you got disconnected," she said sweetly.
Donna was smiling down at him, as the clerk and the customers behind her
were chuckling.

"Give me the damn phone, you clumsily bitch," said the man.

He grabbed the phone from Donna's hand.  However, faster than a wink,
Donna's hand grabbed his hand that now held the phone.  Donna's hand
covered his hand and held it fast.  Donna then took a couple of steps
toward him, so that there was less than a foot between them.  She towered
over him by at least 6".

"What did you call me?" an angry Donna asked.  To emphasis her question,
Donna started to squeeze his hand.  She leaned over and quietly said to
him, "apologize now or I will break every bone in your little hand."  She
straightened back up, continuing to squeeze his hand and stared down at
him.  Donna saw his whole attitude starting to change and what appeared to
be either confusion or fear in his eyes.

"Nothing, nothing at all, thanks for picking up my phone," said the shaken
man.

"And I'm sorry that I backed into you as you went by," said the man as he
continued to apologize and at the same time trying to get out of Donna's
crushing grip.

"That's ok," said Donna, as she released his hand.  Donna then stepped
closer to the man and put her arm around his shoulder.  She pulled him
against her, as to contrast their size difference and laughingly said, "I'm
just glad that your little body didn't get hurt."

The clerk and the rest of the customers in line laughed, as Donna continued
to hold the man in place next to her.  Donna felt him trying to get out of
her grip, but Donna had no trouble holding the man tight against her larger
body with just her arm around his shoulder.  Donna was still trying to
process the last few events, her bumping the man, grabbing/squeezing his
hand and now holding him in place against her.  This was totally opposite
of any behavior in Donna's 32 years in this world.  But at the same time
she was almost feeling giddy with her actions.

Donna released the smaller man, stepped back and patted him on the cheek.
"Have a nice day and be careful with your phone," she said.  She noticed he
flinched when she gently patted his check; as if he had expected that Donna
was going to slap him.  The man then gathered his groceries and left.  As
Donna paid for her groceries and was walking to her car, she somehow felt
different.  Her anger of the earlier day seemed less and she was surprised
at her actions in the store.  Even further surprised at herself, as she
thought with his flinching at her touching his cheek, maybe she should have
slapped him.  Just the thought of slapping him made her body tingle.

Donna had never been a physical person, she really never was a touch and
feel type of person and she rarely lost her temper.  Even in the past when
she did lose her temper, she never got physical over it.  But today, when
she bumped into the man she felt good.  She enjoyed how she could control
his hand with her hand and his body with her arm.  She decided when he
could have his hand back; she decided when he could leave the store.  The
urge to be physical, just thinking about started her blood rushing or
whatever was causing her body to tingle.  Maybe, just maybe she could be
aggressive.

To be continued..


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