Tom's eyes can't help but roam.

Betsie wanted to get to the card shop as quickly as possible. While they were walking between shops there was more chance of someone spotting them, especially now as the mall was getting busier. She had an urgency that had not been there earlier. Tom was doing his best to keep up but he wasn't in the same hurry as Betsie. "Wait," he cried out. Betsie didn't slow. "Betsie wait." This time she stopped and turned before he could draw more attention to them. Only when she did Tom nodded his head in the direction of a shop.

Betsie turned her head. 'Fuck,' she thought. The shop had two mannequins in the display window, both were clad in lingerie. Betsie could see how the display had caught Tom's eye. There was even red lighting to make it seem more erotic. The elegant writing above the door told shoppers this was The Little Boutique. Betsie had bought a few of her more risqué or expensive lingerie from there but it was not a shop she frequented.

"Shall we go in?" asked Tom. Judging from the look on his face Betsie figured Tom had never been in before.

"Why?" Betsie had walked back to Tom as she didn't want this conversation to be broadcast to everyone walking passed.

"'Cos, you know."

Betsie knew only too well. He would make her model for him. If that happened Betsie knew Tom would become hornier and hornier and she would be at a greater risk of Tom's demands. She needed to change his mind. "You can't make me walk round naked just 'cos it's a lingerie shop." Betsie tried to keep her voice as low as possible.

"Yeah, but."

"No buts. It's not a sex shop."

Tom started to get down when the lightbulb went on above his head. "I know where there's a sex shop!"

Betsie's mouth was quicker than her brain. What she wanted to say was 'We are not going to a sex shop.' What came out was "Where?"

"I'll show you." Tom got his phone out of his pocket.

"We are not going to a sex shop," said Betsie as she grabbed Tom's wrist and dragged him towards The Little Boutique but the damage had already been done. It was only when she was half way did it dawn on Betsie that she could have said no to both options. She let go of Tom's wrist as she neared the shop. 'How did my life come to this?' Betsie asked herself. 'I'm about to go into a lingerie boutique with a pervert.' Betsie looked back at Tom.

'With a full-blown fucking pervert.'