hour.”
“You look bored,” he said as he eased his way towards the
coffeemaker. “Why didn't you turn on the TV?”
“I didn't want to wake you.”
He smiled as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “You're
sweet.”
“What are we going to do today?” Jessica asked as Michael
sat next to her on the futon.
“Well,” He took a sip of his coffee. “We could go clothes
shopping. I'm sure you would like more than one thing to wear.”
“Yeah.” She sat up and grabbed her coffee. “Would be nice
to have something to wear while doing laundry.”
A massive grin took over Michael's face. “You don't need to
do that on my account.”
She just looked at him and rolled her eyes. “Right.”
“Although I suppose we should get you that granny underwear
you're dying for,” he teased.
She slapped his arm. “That's not funny.”
He laughed. “Then why are you smiling?”
“Because you're ridiculous.”
“You love it.” He grinned as he sipped his coffee.
THE STORE looked just as it did the day before. With
litter covering the parking lot and bars on the windows, it was not a place she
would ever choose to shop. Yet here they were.
“Shopping is more of a woman thing,” Michael said as they
walked in the store. “There's a bench near the fitting rooms. I'm going to do
the man thing and sit while you shop, if you don't mind.”
“What am I getting?” she asked.
“Whatever you want. I think the granny section is over
there.” He pointed to somewhere in the store.
She slapped his arm again, harder this time. He just
laughed.
Jessica worked her way around the store picking out
clothes. After picking out a few bras, she walked over to the “granny”
underwear section, as Michael had put it. She picked up a bag, held it for a
minute, then put it back. She looked over at the thongs and shook her head.
She had to admit they were actually pretty comfortable. Buying the thongs
though would be like letting Michael win. She knew he got them just to get a
rise out of her, but now she felt funny buying the plain ones after all the
granny jokes. To hell with it, she grabbed a few of the thongs. Pajamas
suddenly popped into her head.
Michael got up every few minutes to check on her. He'd
watch her for a few minutes, study the people shopping nearby, then return to
his bench. He saw her pick up the thongs and found it rather amusing.
He noticed a young man who looked rather out of place
standing close to the bra section. He was pretending to look at some
undershirts on a rack, but his eyes were focused on Jessica. Michael watched
him as she started moving to the nightwear section. As she walked past, the
young man pretended to be looking at the undershirts. She was focused on the
clothing section she was headed to and didn't even look at him. After she was
a few steps away the man turned and started walking behind her. Michael wasn't
far behind, keeping his eye trained on the young man. The man looked nervous.
Michael tensed as he saw the man start to approach Jessica. He was about to
spring into action when the young man suddenly retreated, muttering to himself
and shaking his head. Michael chuckled realizing what he was trying to do. He
was trying to work up the nerve to hit on her. Michael figured he'd better nip
that in the bud. He walked over to Jessica.
“Hey hon, how's the shopping going?” he said loudly so the
other man could hear. He stood beside her, wrapped his arm around her back
resting his hand on her hip. He lowered his head to her ear and whispered,
“You have an admirer.” He felt her body tense and a look of alarm filled her
face. “Relax, he's just checking you out but I figured I'd better let him know
you weren't available. How's it going so far?” he asked as he looked in the
cart.
“Fine.” She relaxed a little. “I just wanted to get
something to wear to bed and then I think I'm
“You look bored,” he said as he eased his way towards the
coffeemaker. “Why didn't you turn on the TV?”
“I didn't want to wake you.”
He smiled as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “You're
sweet.”
“What are we going to do today?” Jessica asked as Michael
sat next to her on the futon.
“Well,” He took a sip of his coffee. “We could go clothes
shopping. I'm sure you would like more than one thing to wear.”
“Yeah.” She sat up and grabbed her coffee. “Would be nice
to have something to wear while doing laundry.”
A massive grin took over Michael's face. “You don't need to
do that on my account.”
She just looked at him and rolled her eyes. “Right.”
“Although I suppose we should get you that granny underwear
you're dying for,” he teased.
She slapped his arm. “That's not funny.”
He laughed. “Then why are you smiling?”
“Because you're ridiculous.”
“You love it.” He grinned as he sipped his coffee.
THE STORE looked just as it did the day before. With
litter covering the parking lot and bars on the windows, it was not a place she
would ever choose to shop. Yet here they were.
“Shopping is more of a woman thing,” Michael said as they
walked in the store. “There's a bench near the fitting rooms. I'm going to do
the man thing and sit while you shop, if you don't mind.”
“What am I getting?” she asked.
“Whatever you want. I think the granny section is over
there.” He pointed to somewhere in the store.
She slapped his arm again, harder this time. He just
laughed.
Jessica worked her way around the store picking out
clothes. After picking out a few bras, she walked over to the “granny”
underwear section, as Michael had put it. She picked up a bag, held it for a
minute, then put it back. She looked over at the thongs and shook her head.
She had to admit they were actually pretty comfortable. Buying the thongs
though would be like letting Michael win. She knew he got them just to get a
rise out of her, but now she felt funny buying the plain ones after all the
granny jokes. To hell with it, she grabbed a few of the thongs. Pajamas
suddenly popped into her head.
Michael got up every few minutes to check on her. He'd
watch her for a few minutes, study the people shopping nearby, then return to
his bench. He saw her pick up the thongs and found it rather amusing.
He noticed a young man who looked rather out of place
standing close to the bra section. He was pretending to look at some
undershirts on a rack, but his eyes were focused on Jessica. Michael watched
him as she started moving to the nightwear section. As she walked past, the
young man pretended to be looking at the undershirts. She was focused on the
clothing section she was headed to and didn't even look at him. After she was
a few steps away the man turned and started walking behind her. Michael wasn't
far behind, keeping his eye trained on the young man. The man looked nervous.
Michael tensed as he saw the man start to approach Jessica. He was about to
spring into action when the young man suddenly retreated, muttering to himself
and shaking his head. Michael chuckled realizing what he was trying to do. He
was trying to work up the nerve to hit on her. Michael figured he'd better nip
that in the bud. He walked over to Jessica.
“Hey hon, how's the shopping going?” he said loudly so the
other man could hear. He stood beside her, wrapped his arm around her back
resting his hand on her hip. He lowered his head to her ear and whispered,
“You have an admirer.” He felt her body tense and a look of alarm filled her
face. “Relax, he's just checking you out but I figured I'd better let him know
you weren't available. How's it going so far?” he asked as he looked in the
cart.
“Fine.” She relaxed a little. “I just wanted to get
something to wear to bed and then I think I'm
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