Anatomy of Evil by Brian Pinkerton

daughter walked a few circles around them, Hot Mom told Gary about her daughter’s soccer league and crazy coach. She talked about her own childhood passion for soccer and lacrosse.
    â€œIt’s good to get kids involved in sports at a young age,” said Gary. “Keeps them off the videogames. We’re becoming a nation of videogame zombies.”
    â€œYou’ve got that right,” she responded.
    â€œOkay,” said the daughter, done with walking in circles.
    â€œDo you like them, honey?” asked Hot Mom.
    The young girl nodded, and it was a sale. Gary kneeled down and began to unlace the shoes. “Good choice,” he said. “You picked a good color.”
    He boxed the soccer cleats, stood up and turned to the mom.
    She stood before him, topless.
    Startled by the sight of her perfect bare breasts, he dropped the shoe box. He excused himself and scrambled to pick it up.
    When he looked back at her, she wore the white T-shirt and tracksuit, fully clothed.
    The momentary hallucination rocked him speechless. He couldn’t shake the image out of his head.
    He handed her the box.
    â€œI want to look at yoga pants,” she announced. “Can you show me where to go?”
    â€œYes,” said Gary.
    â€œMommmm,” said the young daughter.
    â€œIt’ll only be a second,” said Hot Mom.
    Gary walked them over to a rack of cotton spandex yoga pants, not a huge selection, but some basic colors and sizes mingling with a few outlandish pairs in wild patterns for attention seekers.
    As Hot Mom poked through the rack, Gary checked his watch. Twenty more minutes until his staff would arrive and forty-five until the legitimate opening of the store.
    When he looked back at Hot Mom, she was naked from the waist down. She faced away from him, examining a pair of yoga pants, bare ass and long legs on proud display and sculpted to perfection by God on one of his very good days.
    â€œMommmm I’m bored,” said the daughter.
    Gary spun around, amazed by the daughter’s nonchalant reaction to her mother’s disrobing. The little girl pouted.
    Gary turned back to Hot Mom, and her tracksuit pants returned to her body.
    Another hallucination?
    Gary’s flesh began to tingle. An erection swelled in his pants.
    Hot Mom turned to him, holding up a jazzy pair of yoga pants decorated in multicolored clouds, a tie-dye design.
    â€œI like these. I want to try them on. Is there a fitting room?”
    â€œYes,” said Gary, swallowing hard.
    â€œMom!” said the daughter sharply.
    â€œBe patient, sweetheart,” said Hot Mom.
    Gary faced the little girl. Impatient kids were not uncommon in the store and he had a solution.
    â€œDo you like basketball? Do you want to shoot some hoops?”
    â€œGood idea,” said Hot Mom.
    Gary directed the girl to an area of the store where a low basketball net had been set up for youngsters. A supply of basketballs sat in a big plastic tub.
    While the daughter began throwing balls at the net, scoring occasionally, Gary returned his focus to Hot Mom, looking for a score of his own. The store became a wilderness. He became a hunter advancing on his prey.
    He showed her to the fitting room, complimenting her choice in yoga pants, standing closer to the customer than he ordinarily would, maintaining steady eye contact.
    â€œYou’re going to look great in those,” he said with hearty conviction and a big smile that transcended mere salesman chatter.
    She smiled back and held his gaze. In that moment, he felt the thrill of landing a big catch. Now he just needed to reel her in…
    Hot Mom entered the dressing room.
    Gary stood outside the door.
    At the other end of the store, he heard the thump thump thump of the young daughter playing basketball, a steady reminder that she remained preoccupied just out of view.
    Gary leaned toward the door and said, “I forgot to tell you something.”
    â€œWhat’s