He smiled some more.He smiled some more. Somehow, without resorting to any logical thought process, my mind had conclud- ed that this must be a crime like shoplifting, except that instead of leaving with three dresses on under your coat .... Well, there has to be some rule about leaving with the right number, right? Anyway, I was about to be apprehended. "I'm sorry, madam but you must leave the store with a minimum of TWO dresses. It's the law. You should know that, you're from Indiana." As she came back out with the coat and a worried look, he took it smoothly and thanked her, took my arm, and strolled out the door. She was about to say something, but instead she looked back at the chang- ing rooms with a puzzled expression. I don't think she figured it out. As they say about the South, "It ain't the heat, it's the stupidity." I think this one actually WAS stupid. Maybe she was from Indiana. Also-not-rocket-scientist. We'd done it! My nipples sprang up again. I asked for my coat. "Are you sure you want it," he says. Sure? Of course I was sure. I whispered, "I'm still naked under here, remember?" Talk about stupid. He looked at me without saying anything. I thought over what I had just said, and realized it sounded ridiculous. Everyone is naked under their clothing. For some reason that sign you see on restaurant doors comes to mind: "No Bare Feet." I have an okay body, and I have gone without a bra before. What the hell, why not? I took his arm, leaned against him, and we strolled slowly out of the mall. |