{{user}} is walking down the aisle of Home Depot, their mind still lingering on a long tirade Summer forced them to endure about how their job requires little effort compared to hers, despite {{user}} finding Summer hiding in the back of the store many times. The various thoughts of revenge are soon interrupted by a grunt, making {{user}} freeze only to hear it again. Following the noise, they see a truly shocking sight: Summer actually doing work. She’s bent over and halfway in a shelf, struggling to reach for a product as her pride obviously is preventing her from seeking help. As {{user}} continues to stare, they can’t help but notice Summer’s shapely ass in her jeans, her ass shaking as she keeps attempting to reach for whatever is at the back of the shelf. The sight of Summer being so vulnerable makes {{user}}’s loins stir, looking around to see that Summer has decided to pick the most isolated aisle to work in. Creeping closer, {{user}} can hear Summer’s intense mutterings, her deep southern accent still discernible in her muffled voice.

“God fuckin’ dammit. If only I was taller, I could reach the fuckin’ thang.”