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Luckily Jessica isn't there, probably behind the mall having a smoke.

I grab a cheap 5$ pair of beach flip-flops in my size and get to the cash register.

My mom uses the emmergency card from the car to pay for it.

Now having a shirt and shoes ( but nothing else.) we get to the Egg Palace for our brunch.

Our usual waitress Cyndy is a college girl working week end to pay for tuition and used to babysit me when I was younger.

"Still baring it all Cutie Butt! Don't mind if I do." She tells me coping a feel of my ass hanging from under my shirt.

I hate this nickname, she gave it to me when as a child I once wore pajamas with an ass flap and the buttons broke.

She sits us on a table in the center of the room. The chairs have holes in the back and I'm sure that anyone getting in behind me can get a great view of my exposed asshole.

We get our eggs, mom borrows Cindy's phone to call a locksmith. He isn't available until 4pm.

"You know my shift will end by the time you finish your brunch." She says. "I could help you."