Inspiration

I posted this wonderful picture by Barb as the home page picture for my Yahoo group. It really inspired a number of people to come up with ideas of what was going on here. Now you should know that the picture is titled "garage sale". Some thought the young man got caught stealing, others thought she was doing a demo of her merchandise, and one really cool idea was that it was a spanking booth(like a kissing booth).

However, my crazy little muse inspired me in a different direction. It is a very short little story but I thought I would share it with all of you. In fact I already have ideas for a second part. As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words.

So many good ideas from this picture. Actually I think the man is holding the garage sale at his grandparent's home. Many of the items are antiques but he is not aware or interested in their value. He simply wants to make some quick cash and since his grandparents dote on him, they have agreed.

The day has gone very well, lots of interested buyers who could not believe the bargains they were getting. There were many questions about authenticity which he could honestly answer. Everything was the real deal. As he gazes around his selfish brain begins to figure out how much he will be pulling in since his grandparents want to give him the money for being kind enough to help out.

As he looks over the crowd he notices a newcomer. She is dressed strangely for an afternoon of garage sales. Her black suit appears to be silk and is quite stylish. As he watches her she stops by the gorgeous oak table and begins looking at his grandmother's hairbrushes. He can remember seeing his grandmother brushing her hair many years ago with one of the brushes. He also remembers some of the uses his mother had for those brushes and they had nothing to do with hair styles.

She picks up each brush and looks them over carefully. Although she never smiles he senses they are just what she has been looking for. This is somewhat a mystery since she has very short hair. But then again some people buy these just to collect them. He shrugs his shoulders, who cares why she likes them as long as she buys them.

The woman turns and looks around the crowd obviously trying to figure out who is in charge of the sale. He steps forward and asks if she needs help. She gestures towards the brushes and asks the price. He quotes an astoundingly low price. Instead of a look of delight she frowns. The next question is unexpected. She wants to know if he has stolen them.

"Hell no", he exclaims. I am holding this sale for my grandparents. Every item is theirs and has been in our family for years."

She gives him a cool, appraising look, "Then why are they so inexpensive, I know their value. I am a collector."

He lets out a laugh, "Why would you collect hairbrushes, you have very little hair."

Her voice continues to remain even and soft with an air of authority. "I don't brush hair with them. They have a much more interesting use for me. And as a matter of fact it is one you could benefit from. I wonder if your grandparents would be interested in how much money they could have made from a grandson thinking more of them than himself."

He was both ashamed and angry. Rather than admit he might be wrong he became very defensive. "What are you...psychic or something? And do you want the brushes or not.?

She looked him over with her cool stare. "Before I buy them I would like to try them out. After all, as a collector I know what I want. Are you agreeable to those terms?"

Despite a gut feeling that he was missing some important piece of information he shrugs, "Sure brush your hair, whatever."

She picks up a brush, looks it over, and beckons him over with her index finger. "Finally", he thinks. "Now maybe this strange woman will leave." He walks over, "This the one you want?" His voice is anything but courteous.

Taking the brush with her she sits down in one of the dining room chairs behind the beautiful painted screen that used to grace his grandparent's living room. He follows her over hoping that maybe she wants to buy the dining room table and chairs. When he is close enough she grabs the buckle of his belt and pulls him closer. As she opens the buckle he tries to back away but she is far stronger than she appears. "Hey what the hell are you doing."

She replies as she unzips his jeans, "I am trying out this hairbrush. After all you gave me permission to do so." His mouth hangs open as he begins to realize what kind of try out she is planning. Visions of his mother and her wicked hairbrush suddenly fill his mind.

Before he knows what has happened the woman has given a yank on his unzipped jeans pulling him off balance. He lands on her lap and feels her grab the waistband of his jeans and underwear. With one quick, easy movement they are down around his knees. She quickly locks his legs between hers. He gasps in shock and begins to try and pull free with no success.

The woman's cool voice is all he hears, "This is what I do with hairbrushes, especially on young men that care nothing for anyone but themselves and their selfish desires." Before he can answer she brings the hairbrush down sharply on his left cheek, then his right.

His loud protests from behind the screen bring several people there to see what is going on. From his vantage point he can't see anyone but he can hear female laughter. However, as the hairbrush keeps landing he thinks less and less about being seen and more and more concerned with the fire being built on his bottom.

As suddenly as it began it is over. The woman tugs his jeans back up before letting him stand. He gets up off her lap and hurriedly fastens his pants. Although he knows he should be angry at such inappropriate treatment from a stranger, he isn't. Instead he feels a strange emotional response. The woman looks up from the chair. "I will take all three hairbrushes and I will pay you what they are worth. Plus I expect you to reprice what is left. Then you can take a percentage for your help and give your grandparents the rest. Is that clearly understood?"

He gulped hard and couldn't believe the next words out of his mouth, "Yes Ma'am."

Without a smile she gave him the money for the three brushes and began to walk away with her prize collector's items in her purse. She turned around briefly, "I will be back to check." And then she was gone.

He was dumbfounded and totally confused by the situation. But he also believed her and started to turn towards the garage to remark items. And then he saw the female shoppers in the garage all looking at him with knowing smiles. He must have been quite a show. And as this thought flitted through his brain, it must have communicated itself to the shoppers.

The next sound he heard was every woman in the garage and outside it, clapping loudly and enthusiastically.

He blushed bright red and felt the sting in his bottom as his jeans rubbed while he walked. As he repriced items he found himself wondering....would she really come back to check.........in a way.........crazy as it was..........he hoped she would.