It was one of the big clothing stores. Hardly anyone there. I was wicked curious but said nothing. Mom walked around and I followed. This little five foot-four lean forty-ish blond being followed by her six-foot athletic son, must have made some picture.
There were a few clerks. One, a hot-looking lady about Mom's age. Tall and curvy, with long brown hair and green eyes, big t**s too. She watched us, well, me mostly, I winked, she blushed, but kept looking. Then I noticed, she was looking at Mom too. Freaky, man.
Mom said nothing, went to a rack, and pulled off three dresses, didn't even check[jk2] the size. She looked up and started towards the dressing rooms in the back. I looked at the lady, shrugged, and followed Mom. I'm thinking, She isn't gonna wanna—in the dressing room?
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