Trish buys you more stuff - isn't she nice?

When the girls are out of sight Trish pinches your ass and asks "What were you trying to pull? I was tenting a set of jeans with the way you were teasing."

"Come on, I only grabbed you for a second."

Trish's jaw drops. "You think that was all? What about the way you wiggled around in your seat? Or pressed your breasts together with your arms or played with your hair? The way you kept looking over and adjusting your shirt? Not to mention the way your voice got all deep and seductive when you were telling Zoey how everyone was watching her."

You're about to argue, but you realize that she's absolutely right. You were horny and distracted enough that you just started shifting around and fidgeting. You didn't notice your voice getting lower, but you were definitely turned on - egging on virgins is something both sides of your mind have no problem enjoying.

Trish gives you an odd look and says, "Wow - you really didn't notice?"

"Not at the time..." You purposefully twirls a few strands of your hair around your fingers and add, "I guess I got carried away."

Trish pulls closer, so close you can smell her scent. "No, I'll do that later," she whispers as she runs a finger along the outside of your thigh. You have to fight to hold back a throaty moan. Then, before you can truly recover, Trish pulls you up and tells you there's just a few more things you need to get.

As a guy you'd be begging to head home. Practically a whole afternoon of shopping? Shoot me now. But no - not any more. You feel the thoughts shifting inside your mind. Sexual desires shift to a desire to please Trish, then to a desire to be attractive and a hunger for a new look. When she leads you into yet another women's clothing store, perhaps the only one in the mall you haven't been to yet, you look around and take in the selection.

You realize that in some way you're starting to enjoy collecting these clothes. Maybe it's another nasty little trick your tormentor put in that tattoo, maybe it's natural, but if you had all the money in the world you know you'd spend a lot of it making sure you had an outfit for every occasion. You try to resist, but it's even harder considering that right now Trish is paying for everything.

"Mmmm, you like that one too," she says, shooting you a wry grin. You realize you've zoned out and you're staring at a mannequin wearing a long, flowing green dress. It looks like an older style, a classy look from perhaps the 20's, 30's or 50's? You're not an expert, but since it's here in the store you know it's either outright timeless or so old it's come back into style. "Green is not my color," says Trish. "But yeah, I bet you'd look amazing in that. Hell, it probably just about fits you too."

"I wasn't really looking at it..." you try to explain, but Trish puts a hand on the small of your back and somehow her touch and her eyes silence you mid-sentence.

"Then there's something wrong with ya. That's the kind of dress you put on and just sort of enjoy. You look in the mirror and just love it." Trish sounds a little sad when she adds, "Course if I wear something like that I look like a truck wrapped in curtains."

Your heart breaks a little hearing your girlfriend saying something like that. "Oh, no. Come on, you're pretty, you're thin. You could - "

"No. Seriously, look at my shoulders, look at my arms." She shakes her head and says, "Nah, punk clothes are good to me. Tough wearing clothes for a tough girl. But that doesn't mean you can't wear it for me. Wait here a minute." She strides away at a good pace, bearing down on one of the sales girls.

That moment of weakness and uncertainty you saw is gone. For the next five minutes you feel like a passenger in your own life as Trish gets the sales woman to measure you up, check the dress and mark it up with chalk for the alterations. Then it's a quick trip to the other side of the store for a thin, fine and expensive black leather belt with silvery clasps and a set of shiny black heels - not short heels either. You try to protest at that, but Trish reminds you that if you want to do this you've got to do it right as she 'helps' you select the right itsy bitsy handbag to go with your green gown. Not surprisingly considering the price on those shoes and that mini-purse the sales woman is encouraging you too. Again you find yourself giving in, your arguments dying long before they reach your tongue.

The dress won't be ready till the day after tomorrow, but when you and Trish leave the store it's like she's got an extra spring in her step. You're pretty sure you worried more about the money than she did. It is awfully nice having someone buying things for you. Not something you experienced much with your former girlfriends. Except Tina - she did buy you a video game. Really nice, till you found out it was either an apology for or guilt over her cheating.

You thought Trish was taking you back to the car, but all of a sudden she wheels you left and into a jewelry shop. Even as a guy you appreciated a little sparkle and bling, it always set off a girl's eyes or helped you look at something a little higher up than her breasts. You begin looking over the displays and are totally unprepared when Trish rests a hand on your shoulder and asks, "So, you the kind of person who rips the band-aid off fast?"