Shopping at the mall

“This is awful!” Suzie was yelling in his ear.

“Sorry Suzie, I didn’t think to warn you not to wear a skirt.”

“Every single time we hit a bump I’m flashing people!”

Scott laughed as they pulled into the mall parking lot.

“We’ll get you a pair of pants while we are here.”

Scott looked around at the remnants of the old Franklin mall.

“Man, it’s worse than when I left.”

“Yeah, some church moved in on the other end and the Community College too.”

“The movie theater closed?’

“Yeah, last year.”

“Damn.”

They went into the last remaining department store in town, and Suzie was quickly looking for clothes for Scott to try on.

“Why do I have to keep trying on jeans?”

“Just turn around so I can see how they fit.”

“They are jeans, what does it matter?”

“Because if I don’t bring you back with jeans that highlight your butt my mom will ground me.”

“I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Just trust me.”

Trusting Suzie was an interesting concept.

“Which one of these do you like better?”

“Neither, I’m not wearing a speedo.”

“Come on, you need something to swim in.”

“I’ll get some regular trunks.”

“Your no fun, how about you just try them on?”

Scott grimaced and Suzie laughed.

“I’m sorry, you are a lot of fun to mess with.”

Soon they had a cart full of clothes Suzie and he both approved of.

“Alright, now I need to find some pants, come on Scott.”

A few minutes later he was waiting outside the women’s changing room. He saw several other guys around, carrying clothes for their girlfriends, they gave him sympathetic looks.

“What have I got myself into.” Scott asked himself.

“What did you say?” Suzie said as she exited the changing room. She was wearing stretch pants that fit her very nicely. She spun around.

“Well?”

“Very nice, you getting those?”

“Obviously not.” She said then went back in.

A few minutes later she came out again.

“How about these.”

“They are fine, Suzie, they all look nice.”

“Hmmph,” and she was back in.

Scott wanted to pull his hair out, she had found a dress easy enough, but now she was just trying on pairs of black pants that all looked the same.

“How about these.”

“Woah. . . I mean, those are nice too.”

“Perfect.” She smiled and hopped back in.

“Hey Scott, could you help me in here? I can’t get these pants off.”

Scott was hungry and tired of her games.