Shopping with Liz

Liz parks the car and steps out, dropping her big sunglasses over her eyes. You realize that the woman is actually wearing heels and feel woefully underdressed in your jeans and flats and low-cut t-shirt. "Come here, dear," she says, offering you her arm. You hang onto it and feel for the first time a little bit like an equal with the woman. She's your best friend's mother, and twice your age, but she wants you around as much as you want to be around her.

You stroll into the mall together, expecting the people around to be giving you strange looks. However you find that no one really cares much, going about too preoccupied with their own business to pay you any attention.

"Here we are," Liz announces, stopping in place outside the Victoria's Secret store. In the window there is an enormous poster of a model in just a bikini, laughing and posing. It's intimidating, but also a little bit erotic, and you find yourself drawn into the store.

Mrs. Fowler steps inside like she owns the store, confident and proud. She smiles when an attendant approaches her.

"Do you need any help, ma'am?" the young woman says. She looks to be about your age, and her name tag reads BETHANY.

Mrs. Fowler smiles graciously. "Thank you, Bethany dear," she says. "But I'll be alright, thank you. I've picked out plenty of sexy underwear over the years."

Bethany laughs, her gaze briefly shifting to you a little suspiciously, but she goes back behind the counter and plays around on her phone.

"I'll get you a few sets, Hayley, and you can pick which one to wear on your 'date.'" Liz nudges you and smiles. She walks around the store, checking out the various options. "We'll get you something of each." She picks out different items, a black bodysuit with long mesh sleeves, a black lacy set of bra and panties, a pink sports bra with matching boy shorts, a white satin slip. She pushes them into your arms and then grabs a pair of metallic blue high-waisted panties and a high-neck bra. "For me," she mouths.

She leads you toward the dressing room and Bethany speaks up. "Ma'am!" she says. "We only allow one person in each dressing room at once, ma'am."

"Don't worry," Liz says. "I'm her mother, nothing untoward is going on." A distinctly hot lie. Bethany looks to be at a loss, but she doesn't protest again. You and Liz duck under the curtain of the dressing room together.