Whoops.

Security escorts the two of you down to the car park and you count yourself fortunate that you weren't arrested by the police. Of course, if they had any power to check your identification, you most likely would've been banned from the shopping complex for life, but chances are if you wait it out for a few months, no one will recognize you when you return, especially not when there are tens of thousands of shoppers going in and out of its doors every single week. There's absolutely no way they have the manpower to watch every security camera and the dozens if not hundreds of different entrances and car parks. You'll be back one day, and maybe you'll have some more fun too while you're at it.

Not that it would be any big loss. There has to be over a hundred shopping malls in this city, and you can think of at least seven or eight other complexes of equal or greater size to the one you were just summarily evicted from. You grin as you get in your car, noting the wet patch spread through the crotch of Gemma's tights, and watch in your rearview mirror as a shopping center security car follows you out of the parking garage. You decide to head home. Gemma looks embarrassed by the whole ordeal, and perhaps it's best not to push her too hard for too long.

You also don't want to get back too late, otherwise Rebecca might get suspicious. Staying out till the late hours of the night would be too unusual, and you'd no doubt get a text or phone call enquiring where you were. At this rate, you should get home in the early afternoon, which would be a perfectly acceptable day out. And you wouldn't have to lie to your wife of course. You could always say you went out shopping, but couldn't find anything you liked, and that would be the complete truth.