A surprise visitor

Talking with a group of people had never been a strong point before the move, there was just not enough time or energy or even the will to do so...not after Erin had died. Arron never found the courage to get out and associate with other people after the loss, choosing instead to pour in all of the time and energy not spent on the minimal essentials, on the only family he had left: his daughter. For her part, losing a mother made her cling to her father all the more and the two thus created an admittedly unhealthy coexistence with each other. Still, he had longed for the companionship of another adult, someone who he would be able to talk about grownup things or perhaps even to just gather at a bar and shoot the shit.

Arron, for his part, was sure that being in a dressing room and talking with two incredibly decked out women in various stages of disrobing was not in the cards somewhere.

Then again, she didn't mind at all.

"...so, I was like, 'dude, sorry, but what about blonde hair or big tits makes you think I'll put out for a Hawaiian Pizza and stale beer?'" Brooke's voice carried across the changing room and Cynthia laughed, in the booth right next to her's. "I mean, come on, I was easy in College but I had SOME standards!"

"No kidding...can't imagine why any guy would've thought that would work..."

Brooke seemed to not catch on to the subtle jab that the younger woman slipped in and, for her part, Arron kept the laugh hidden behind a smile. She turned one way, looked at the shape of the dress reflected in the mirror, and then turned the other way. For the life of her, though, she couldn't figure out why she had agreed to stopping in for a dress, especially since there was no real need or occasion to getting one, but thought better than to suggest not. They had spent hours already and the dent in the account would **** her to scrimp on lunch for a week until the next check was deposited. Heels (3 pairs!), a new purse, several blouses and skirts, 2 bags of makeup, and enough perfume up her nose to permanently make everything smell like freshly cut roses, the two were an unstoppable ****.

"Okay, let me see..." Cynthia slipped in behind her and stood for a few moments, fixing first the waist and then ran her hands down to making sure the dress was fully on. She then stepped back, her eyes running up and down the figure in front of her, before she smiled and nodded. "Damn, here I was, trying to find some way to getting us out of here early but no...you had to go and show me up." She turned and stuck her head out. "Brooke, we gotta get more, Erin's ass is too damn fine to stop now!"

"B-But..." Erin began only to see the smile on the two women's faces and she internally cursed her (apparent) lack of balls, ironically, to stop this. "Okay, fine...but damn, this dress practically says 'fuck me'..."

"Too bad your man's not here to see it, then," Brooke muttered playfully and, when Erin just blushed, shot a satisfied wink at Cynthia who pouted and muttered "I'll pay you later", out of view of Erin.

It was already later than what she expected as Erin turned down the street towards her house. She had finally managed to get rid of the girls after another few hours (and bags) of shopping, followed by a dinner of more chatting and gossip, and then bowed out after a cocktail with the excuse of having to save a few brain cells to getting them home and safely. By the time they had said their goodbyes, it was already well past 10 and the only thing she was looking forward to was a nice hot bath and then sleeping off the pain pulsating from her wallet. Never again, if she could go back in time, would she ever complain again about having to pay so much for men's clothing.

Never again...

Her attention turned to the street, including the sight of a strangely familiar car sitting in her driveway. It wasn't really possible, there was no real reason for it to be there but yet, as she turned and pulled in next to it, Arron was definitely sure of whom was waiting for her.

"Hey..." she called out as she stepped out and the person, recognizing her appearance, smiled and stepped out of the car. "Sorry, didn't know you'd be stopping by!"

Author's Note: I apologize for the lack of posting. The pandemic **** me to pour in so much time in trying to save my job and then I was potentially exposed and had to be quarantined for 2 weeks...all that sapped any desire to write. Luckily, my job is safer and I tested negative. I will work harder on this arc, especially now that I have some ideas on where to take Arron. Other people say for me to write and you readers are passengers. The way I want to make this story, though, is to support people's interests. I ask for your input and then see how to proceed from there. I am going to explore Arron, the dual personas that are conflicting (surprising in a way), and what will happen next. I also promise to up the adult-nature of my chapters to reflect this story and to increase more drama as well. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy the ride!