The Empty Store  I walk up to a small store with a much junk in it: small trinkets and colorful odds and ends line the walkway to the store. Inside, the store is white, and there is a late middle-aged woman working there. She is large, but not fat. The store rarely gets business, and has no customers in it now. I may look at the freezer case, which contains Popsicles and other things. I think of having sex with the woman. A late middle-aged man comes in and begins to talk with the woman. I'm a bit annoyed by this because I thought it would be good to have sex with the woman. (Apparently, I didn't think the woman would mind this.)