Kinsley and Madison sat on the couch each holding a steaming hot cup of coffee. On the coffee table in front of them sat 13 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies. Madison shook her head in disbelief as she viewed the pile of calories. "Kinsley McKay, what in the world lead to the purchase of 13 boxes of cookies! Just yesterday you declared yourself on a wheat free and sugar free diet. These do not look very wheat or sugar free to me!"
Kinsley gave her best friend a sheepish look as she said, "it was the man selling them." Kinsley proceeded to tell how she had gone into the store for a few groceries. She noticed the cookie table set up outside the door and steeled herself against their enticement. She was feeling triumphant as she headed toward the car but then she saw him. In the midst of the bundled up giggling girls was this man, a very attractive man. He too was bundled up to ward off the evening chill. Kinsley was stirred by this scene of which she assumed was a father helping his daughter sell her cookies on this cold March night. She thought the least she could do was buy one box of cookies. As she proceeded to pay for her box of Thin Mints, one of the little girls came up to hug the man and he kissed her on the forehead. With that, Kinsley thought she should have a box of Samoas as well. As he was handing her the change, she noticed that his left hand was bare. So Kinsely decide that the least she could do was buy a box of each of the seven varieties. It was at that point that he looked at her with those piercing blue eyes. That was all it took for the cookie order to double.
"But Kinsely, there are only 13 boxes of cookies here," Madison said with a question in her voice. Again Kinsley gave her friend a sheepish grin. In shock over her momentary lack of sanity, Kinsley had eaten one whole box of cookies on the way home. "I hope for the purchase of 14 boxes of cookies and the invasion of a gazillion calories, you got that man's phone number," Madison said. "No," Kinsley said, "but Zyler Williams did get mine."
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