Shopping

"And what do you think about that?" you sigh. You like dressing up and all, but Kelly takes it to another level. She has to try almost every piece of clothing in the building. "Well?" she asks. She is dressed in an obscene pink dress which would be suitable to wear...in the strip club. Maybe? You want to repeat your answer for a thousandth time and tell her that she looks beautiful, but then you have a stroke of genius.

"You look...your husband will want to fuck you immediately after seeing you."

She smiles like a happy child.

"That's great! That's what I was aiming for" Jesus, does she have no respect "now it's time to pick something for you."

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" you ask a little offended. Gerrow liked it.

"It's cool, but it makes you look like a classy girl, the one you have to ask, go on for a date and you are a kind of girl who spreads her legs for everybody who tells her to."

It's a wonder you don't explode, you really want to punch her in the face, but you control yourself. Just be nice to this idiot now and everything will turn out OK. Of course you'll still have Gerrow and your...new discovered desires to deal with, but you don't have time to think about it now.

"So, what would you choose for me?" you ask her forcing a smile.

"Give me a minute" she says and disappears for half an hour. When she comes back she has big pile of clothes with her. After hour of trying them she of course chooses absolutely the worst one. A denim micro-skirt which doesn't cover anything combined with a skimpy top, with writing "ready for action" right on your breasts.

"Shame that your tits aren't bigger" says Kelly and it really sounds like she regrets the fact "well, we'll change it soon enough, let's go to the register."

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

"We have one more place to visit"