So she liked the kid Bill. Billy to some. She saw that he was hiding something in the back of the store. I n the back-stock area. His energy got all jagged and noticeable when ever he came out of the back-stock area, HMMM? She wondered back , tripping over the forklift blades and caught herself on a large potato chip stock box. She looked behind the box and found a stash of wine and a half rack of Beer, Aisles away from where they should be kept. Billy's jacket was over it. Da she thought. He must want to be caught. Three boxes or sweet red wine. " Hangover material". She decided to pay for it. And mention to him that she found it. She had to think about it. She knew he'd deny it with the full emotional force that he'd justify Making her wrong for finding it. She knew him well enough having worked with him for almost a year.
He had blondish hair , a round face and a smile that made man and women melt. "Charisma" , she thought. That boy is big. she knew from the start that he had the potential for greatness. He had a bit of a southern accent Laughing eyes and a smile that made you melt. He could slide things past most people easily. To her he was like "a two and a half year old with a butcher knife! " Only he was twenty and old enough to know better. "No" She thought, "He's like a two year old with an AK 47" She liked him. Billy Adams. Another assignment that she wanted to bolt from. It really wasn't her problem. "Shit!"
