DOG SI EVOL

You take your wet finger and trace backwards, "LOVE IS GOD" in the frosted glass.

The young ice cream clerk's mouth drops open, and he stares at your face. Suddenly his hips quiver, and he moans quietly, swaying as he tries to stay upright. He puts a hand on the counter to steady himself. His face is pink all over, especially the tips of his ears. He stutters, trying to say something to you.

You favor the nerdy clerk with your sweetest chaste angel smile, and put your wet finger to his lips to quiet him. You lean closer to him. "Ssssh," you say quietly. "Don't say anything." You hold his eyes with your gaze. "Just think about me when you touch yourself." You turn, discreetly raise the back of your dress, and rub out the words with the back of your white lace panties.

Before the young clerk can move, you slip out of the shop and join the growing crowd of holiday shoppers in the mall. There's a bouncy swing to your step, and a warm tingle of energy all up and down inside you.

The ice cream cone gives you an idea. You need a little accessory you can play with. Rub with your hands. Suck on the end. Cigarettes are right out, no smoking in the mall. Ah....Sunglasses! That would be perfect! And the shop would be full of mirrors. You never tire of looking at yourself from every angle.

You're also feeling like you'll need to stop in the bathroom soon. It might be good to do it now before things get really busy.