Kelly fought the urge to cower under her purse when the pretty salesgirl looked up from her row of customers to greet her.   But she gamely smiled back, a bit shaky around the edges, and proceeded to the racks of DVDs and began to timidly scan the titles.<br/><br/>Within minutes, she had a stack of cases in her hands.  She didn't particularly want to hold them, but once she had picked up the first, she just couldn't stop.  Like a bystander at a train wreck, she just kept plucking them off the shelves, reading the jackets in mingled curiosity and mild horror, her overactive imagination envisioning the men and women pictured on the cases wrapped up in the steamy storylines written on the back.<br/><br/>Then the guy bumped into her, and it jolted her enough that the entire stack of DVDs in her arms, already precarious, toppled out of her arms and spilled across the floor.<br/><br/>Face burning scarlet with embarrassment, she dropped to her hands and knees and hurriedly began to pick them all up to put them back on the shelves and skedaddle before her nerve could reaffirm its tenuous dominance over her better sense.