Lace? And lots of new things.

"Umm, how about lace fabric? I like that. There are a lot more fabrics now and I don't know where to start."

I grab my own shopping cart and set Mella in the folded down child seat. As I start walking back towards the lace but Mella looks like she is giving herself whiplash trying to look around and run back and forth in the cart. I turn around and go back to the front of the store to go back and forth down each aisle. "How about we walk through the whole store so you don't miss anything?"

She turns around hugs my hand and gives me a little kiss, "Thank you! There's so much stuff here!" She looks up at me, "How much can I get? You'll need to buy yours but for me can I just take some?"

Feeling uncomfortable about stealing I hold up a random bolt of fabric for her. "How much would you need for an outfit?" She feels the thin floral quilting cotton and somehow cuts off a quarter inch wide strip along the whole width of the fabric. "That's it? That's all you need?"

Mella quickly folds it up neatly and ties it off into a little package. "That is plenty for several outfits."

"Ok, that should be fine. Anything you want me or them in we buy it though."

"Ok, that works for me!"

I see the others moving about the store as I continue walkimg the entire store. Luckily Mella is extremely fast at picking things out for her and things to buy. She ends up running across the fabric stopping every now and then to either toss me a little parcel of fabric or insist on adding a bolt to the cart. I don't have to add anything as she picks what I was going to anyways.

Then we hit the fasteners and notions and she has to really focus to narrow down what she really wants. Same with the aisle of lace and again with the wall of ribbons.

Amazingly all four carts get to the cutting table at about the same time. Quick glances at their carts have fun thoughts running through my head. The casual gropes and fondles from all three of them help with that.

Working at the cutting table are an elderly woman who looks to be training a high school student on summer break. I am sort of afraid of what my step family will do but they don't seem to be pushing me towards either one. We start to pile things up and ask for a yard of most things and two yards of a few.

"Mella, when they try to set me up are they doing it with everyone? They haven't pushed me towards those two at all." She mimes zipping her mouth shut while motioning me to continue. Do they... hey they only seem to push me towards people I am attracted to! Is that it?"

"Another great guess! You are nailing it! You aren't really sexually attracted to very old people and the same applies to people you consider underage."

"Speaking of nailing it, here comes that clerk from the front of the store. You should totally nail her!"