To the Mall (Late) - No Pulses

You glance at your watch, and blink. Shit! It's already closing hour at the mall. You've got to haul ass if you're still going to try and meet up.

You're at the gate before you know it when the bouncer gives you a meaningful look and a sly grin, and you realize you've left your pants undone this entire damn time.

Now you've got to waste time closing that up and... ugh. Whatever.

Pants re-done, you briskly make your way to the mall. The crowd's already thinning out, but it seems like it isn't quite closed yet. There's no time for any refreshments, but you managed to get here in time - you think - so you've a few minutes to catch your breath and people watch.

It seems like the people around you are happily going about their day like it's any other. Men (and women) are casually groping their partners, holding them close, or having passionate embraces in the corners, but there's nothing wild like part of you was expecting.

You even hear a pair of young women giggling about how hot the actor in the latest 'Porn: Identity' movie was.

Part of you is relieved that despite your fears the world seems to be spinning right on like it's supposed to, but an equal part of you still can't shake the feeling that something is amiss.