None, but…

You look for a while, & are disappointed you can’t find anything you think will fit you. You pause for a minute thinking that maybe Ms. Lawrence would prefer that the costume not fit, considering the idea is for her to see everything eventually anyway. You rethink this, however, comparing it to your own thoughts on celebrities like her, & how you usually prefer it when they wear tight dresses & skirts, as opposed to the scenes with full-on nudity. Finally, you shrug. Taking the G-string, you walk back into the store.

“Ms. Lawrence?!” you call out.

“Shhh!” she admonishes you in what to your ears sounds ironically like a scream. “Do you want everyone in town to know I’m in here?!”

You watch her a while as she walks around a display she was apparently perusing, past some others, & closer to you. For a minute, you realize you’re forgetting she is actually here, & you’re not simply watching a DVD extra on “The Hunger Games”. (Though you had been considering what it might be like to eat her…)

“Actually, yes!” you admit to her. “We don’t get a lot of celebrities in this place,” you add, completely-unaware if that’s true, this being your first shift & all.

“Yeah, & you won’t get ANY more if I spread the word how you treat Oscar-winners!” she tells you.

You say nothing, simply nodding at the realization of this fact.

“I’m sorry,” you say as you look up to face her again. “But this store doesn’t have any males that do peep shows… At least not that I’m aware of.”

She lowers her head, shaking it in disappointment for a while, before looking up at you again.

“Wait…,” she says. “What do you mean, that you’re aware of?”

“Well, I’ve never worked here before,” you start, before unloading on her. "I’m not a regularly-paid employee here at all. My family owns it, & this is my first… And I’m hoping maybe only… Shift here.”

“When does your shift end?!” Jennifer asks after some time of mutual silence.

You look at your arm, & realize you‘re not wearing a watch. Sharing this realization, Jennifer gives you a glance at the gold timepiece she‘s wearing. You tell her how much time is left in your shift.

“In that case,” Jennifer says after even more time of mutual silence, “why don’t I go down the street & get the Oscar-winner’s discount at the local Mickey D’s or something? When you’re done, I’ll come back, & we’ll work-out all the details of giving each other a mutual show.”