Wishing You Were A Model [anthony]

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There were a lot of things that Pixel didn't like about being a stripper. Like money, which is one the grossest things you can touch, was shoved into her underwear on a nightly basis. Or that everyone assumed she was a slut, and it didn't take much to get her in bed, once they found she was a stripper. Of course, she knew the truth, which was that it took being in a committed relationship for a good while in order for her to sleep with them. There were exceptions, of course. One being the guy she lost her virginity to, at a summer camp just to figure out what the hell it was like. Another being the guy she was sleeping with at the moment. She was pretty sure even he assumed she was a slut, because you don't have the exs talk with your friend with benefits, it's not proper protocol. So no, she'd never told him "hey, I'm not a slut, and I don't normally sleep with every guy I meet, so if you could just not assume I'm easy, that would be great." Plus, as long as he kept his pie-hole shut about her being a stripper around other people, what the hell did she care if he thought she was a slut?

The thing Pixel did like about being a stripper though? Shopping for new outfits, and coming up with new dance routines. She had the new routines down, after working for a few weeks on them to make sure she could do them easily before she tried them out in front of consumers, and was now looking for outfits. She called up one of her favorite costumers/friend with benefits, and talked him into taking some time out of her day to help her pick out some new outfits. When she first started sleeping with him, she had no idea what she was thinking. Was it really that good of an idea to start sleeping with some guy like.. him? He didn't seem like the nicest of guys, so what was stopping him from just telling the whole world where they could go to get a look at her naked? But surprisingly, he hadn't, and he good for things like this. Sometimes she needed a guys opinion. She cared about looking well put together, and matching.. Guys cared about seeing her chest, and sometimes she needed to be reminded of that

Pixel pulled on her boots in the dressing room, then stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. It would look better if she were wearing makeup, and had her hair done, instead of in a pony-tail to keep it out of the way. But if you looked at her from the neck down, she was hot. She fluffed up her boobs one last time, then turned and pulled back the curtain to the dressing room, smiling at Anthony. She strutted over to him, and circled his chair, letting her perfectly manicured fingers run across his shoulders as she did so, then she was to the side of his chair, and she put her foot on the other side of the chair, so if he wanted to get up, he'd have to shove her leg out of the way. She did a small body roll, then smoothly slid into his lap, straddling his hips. "What do you think?" She asked him simply, more about the outfit then the little dance she just did.

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[ANTHONY PRICE]

Anthony'd had better things to do then shop today. But some how Pixel, his friend with benefits managed to talk him into it. He had a small soft spot for Pixel. To him it was tiny, but really it was bigger than he thought. He got himself out of bed and into the shower. No need to smell like left over alcohol. Once he was finished with the shower he dressed nicely but casually. Then picked Pixel up to go to the mall. The only reason he'd said yes to this was because she said they were work clothes. And he knew what that meant and he totally didn't mind seeing her close to naked at all.

He sat quietly waiting for her to get dressed in what she picked out. He sat looking down at his phone, surfing the net. Then she was coming out and damn was she fine. Her little dance only helped things. And she was doing other things to him, she was damn good at her job. He smiled looking at her leg. It was like perfectly tan and smooth. He managed to tear his eyes away from her leg to look up at the rest of her. "How many dollar bills will it cost me to get you out of that" He wanted to strip her out of that out fit. He let his hand move and touch the bare part of her leg.

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Pixel smiled at his comment, not letting the small twinge of pain show in her expressions. It really shouldn't bother her that back, it was her job, and Anthony made comments like this all the time, and she was just glad he didn't make them in front of other people. She leaned in, letting her lips touch his. He couldn't have any hold over her, and letting him onto the fact that his comments hurt would just make her look weak, and give him power. No, Pixel was in control of this arrangement, and if Anthony thought otherwise, then he was an idiot. She pulled away after a few moments, then stood up. "I'll get this one, and one in black. I think the other one I picked out will be hard to get out of." She said as she turned and retreated back into the dressing room. She let herself fall into the seat, and after a small pause, letting Anthony's comment sink in, she began removing her shoes.

He didn't know how much she hated her job, she didn't talk about it. He didn't know that there were times that she'd have to pull over on the side of the road on the way room, the tears so heavy they were blurring her vision. She didn't want to lie to her parents about waitressing at a nightclub to get money. She didn't like being recognized on the street by the regulars, or worse, people she went to school with. She felt worthless, like a whore, like she'd never get away from this, and she'd die a stripper, after just about every man in America saw her tits. But Anthony didn't know how she felt about it, and chances are he never would, because that would be relationshippy for her, to open up to him, so she could never blame him for the "harmless" comments he made about her being a stripper.

After she carefully repacked the boots in the box they came in, Pixel should up, and this time she avoided looking in the mirror. She wiggled out of the dress and was in the process of hanging the dress up when she heard the curtain up, and looked up to see Anthony stepping in and shutting it behind him. "Can't we just have one normal outing?" Pixel questioned, a smile playing on her lips, having already shoved the hurt feelings of his comment away, into a dark part of her mind where she could easily ignore them. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he stepped towards her and pulled herself closer to him, welcoming his arms around, his lips on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. She pulled away from his lips and began slowly trailing kisses down his neck. Like it or not, Pixel was good at her job, which was to turn guys on, and she could tell she was doing a very good job with Anthony as the moment. "Why don't we.. hang out at the mall for a little bit... then take this show to your place, and I promise to make it worth the wait?" Pixel asked between small kisses on his neck, whispering softly to him.

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Anthony thought her choices were good ones. He wanted to tell her how good they were so when she disappeared into the dressing room again he stood up and put his phone back into his pocket and moved after her. When he got there all she had left to take off was the under garmets and her socks. He liked the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to him. Instead of just answering her question he let his lips touch hers and put his arms around her holding her lower half close to him. He wanted her a lot right now.

Then she was pulling away and telling him she promised to make it worth his while later on if they just hung out for a little bit. Like normal people he assumed. He stood there holding her body close to him, looking down at her as if really thinking about it. After a moment a small smile slowly made its way to his lips. "Fine .. I'll hold you to that last part though. But I suppose we could be normal people for a little while." He let his lips touch her neck before he let her go. Really he wanted her to want him as badly as he wanted her right now.

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After a few moments of Anthony's silence, Pixel pulled away, thinking maybe her kissing his neck was distracting, but just as she was pulling away, his lips were curling into a smile. She had to admit.. she loved his smile. It pulled his features together, making his already handsome face look breathtakingly beautiful, even in the horrible lighting the dressing room had. She smiled back when he spoke, her mind already working on ways that would leave Anthony more than satisfied. Her thoughts were interrupted as Anthony smooth lips landed on her neck, and her toes curled in her socks, her eyes drifting softly closed. Seconds later, a soft, quiet moan escape her lips before she had time to stop it, then she was forcing her eyes open, and her hands were finding Anthony's chest, and shoving him backwards. "Enough of that, wait out here." Pixel demanded as they pushed through the curtain, and she shoved him back into the chair he'd been sitting in. She allowed herself to him him one soft, gentle kiss on the lips, then she was turning and vanishing into the changing room again.

She undressed quickly, this time not carefully hanging anything up, and got dressed into her street clothes. If Pixel had to describe her style, she'd say laid back and comfortable. She wasn't the type of girl that wore heels unless she was dressing up, or working, and if she could get away with wearing flip flops in the winter, she would. Today she'd pulled on a purple shirt, featuring a dinosaur that had a speech bubble near it's said, stating "I made you a cookie, but I ate it.", and some jean shorts cut from some old jeans, that while showed off what a great ass she had, didn't expose it. She slipped on a pair of cheap black flip flops, and gathered everything she was buying up, simply leaving the rest hanging in the changing room as she exited it and walked to the counter. The store they were out was somewhat between a halloween store, and a sex toy shop, so Pixel grabbed something off a shelf by the register and placed in on the counter so Anthony could see... Chocolate flavored massage oil.

After they left the shop, Pixel ran into a clothing store for a second grabbed a tank top, but requested a big back. When she was done checking out, she shoved the outfit she'd bought into the bigger bag, so that she wouldn't be walking around the mall carrying an almost completely see through bag that had nothing but a stripper outfit and boots. She carried it on her right said, her left said closest to Anthony as they walked, and although their hands kept brushing, Pixel made no move to grab his. It would just seem like she was getting attached, like she thought he was her boyfriend or something, and that would just give him the sense of power over her. Which he didn't have. After a while they neared the food court, and Pixel noticed the pain in her stomach for the first time, realizing she'd skipped breakfast. "Want something to eat?" Pixel asked, already eyeing the chik-fil-a to their left, and wondering how many chicken nuggets she could order in a meal. Did they do twenty like McDonalds does or would she have to order a few boxes of eight?

[ANTHONY PRICE]

Anthony knew that what he was doing was turning her on when she moaned. Then her hands were on his chest and she was pushing him backwards while telling him that was enough. He couldn't help but laugh as he hit the chair and sat down. Then her lips softly touched his. Before he could make the kiss more she was already moving back to the dressing room. And he couldn't help but smile while he wiped his lips off and waited for her. Then she was coming out and he stood up. Before he could catch up to get to the counter with her he felt his phone buzz. So he read and answered his text. Then he looked up and she was ready to go.

He walked quietly along side her, malls weren't really his thing. But he tolerated stuff like that for Pixel. It was weird. Usually no one could talk him into doing stuff like this but Pixel could. He pushed those thoughts aside when she mentioned food. He reached to get his wallet and pulled it out to look at how much cash he had. "food is on me" Deep down he knew she was working as a stripper cause she couldn't make that kind of money any where else and he was loaded with cash and didn't need a job. So the least he could do was by the girl some food. Damn he was letting that nice thing show through. "But .. You'll owe me for it later this evening" That was much better. Being an ass then she wouldn't want to be really close to him.

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[PIXEL ANN CONNER]

Pixel tore her eyes away from the menu board above the Chik-Fil-A employees heads to look at Anthony when he spoke, saying he'd pay. She thought about arguing, but knew she'd spent what was in her bank account on the new outfits, and would probably be eating raman for the next few days, and figured sure, she'd let Anthony pay for her last real meal. Sometimes her mother would send her food, packaged in dry ice, that she could stick in the freezer until she needed it, but her mother hadn't sent one in a couple weeks, so Pixel was pretty foodless. Plus.. she thought it was really sweet of him to do that, offer to pay. Not even offer, simply stating that he would pay. He did that sometimes, do or say something that made Pixel think she might be able to be the friends back of friends with benefits, but normally he ruined it. Like he just did with saying she'll owe him later that evening. Oh great, more of making her feel like a hooker again. "I'll buy you food if you sleep with me." Would he ever realize Pixel would sleep with him anyway, just because she wanted to? But no, he had to go and.. be a jerk.

She turned away from him, her lip curling slightly and her eyes rolling so hard it hurt. She walked over to the counter, deciding she'd just make him pay for it. He wanted to be a little bitch? Fine, she'd be a bigger one. "Let's see... Is anyway I could get thirty chicken nuggets?" She asked the guy behind the counter, who nodded, thought his expression was clearly confused. "Okay then I want that, and two orders of fries, and the largest drink you have, and do you have any dessert type stuff?" Pixel asked as her eyes scanned the menu board again. When she spotted the section she quickly picked not one, but two desserts. "And I'll take a chocolate shake and a brownie. Oh, no, make that two brownies." Pixel said, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, then she pointed behind her to Anthony. "And whatever he wants, and he'll be paying." Pixel finished, taking the cup the guy was holding out to her, and then skipping to the drink machine.

[ANTHONY PRICE]

Anthony watched her go to the counter of her choice. Chicken. He could do that. He moved to stand behind her. His eyebrow raised some when she started ordering. That was a lot of nuggets. Then she went for fries and a really large drink. He frowned some when she ordered two deserts. Either he'd pissed her off or she was really really hungry. He went over the things he'd said to her carefully. After a few minutes he couldn't think of anything he said that would have made her mad so he decided to go with the second. And even so .. he'd pay for it any way.

He ordered what he wanted and when he was done he paid the man. He could have taken her to a restaurant for better food for what he paid here. He turned around and looked at Pixel. "You must be really hungry" It was gonna take them more than a couple minutes to fill the whole order. He moved to her so that their bodies were touching but he could still look at her. "You were right so far this whole watching you shop thing has turned out to be fun ... maybe you could model for me again tonight" He had to admit that he really liked what she'd done in the dressing room.

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[PIXEL ANN CONNER]

Pixel filled her cup with ice and root beer quickly, then put the lid on, peeling the wrapper away from a straw and stabbing it into the pre-made hole. She turned to Anthony, holding her cup with both hands as she took a sip of it, looking at him innocently. Like she was just hungry, and she hadn't ordered that not because she would eat it, but to punish for something he was too damn stupid to understand he did, and she'd never be weak enough to point out at him. No, as far as Anthony Price was suppose to know, Pixel's heart was made of ice, and he didn't have the power to melt it and be able to actually hurt her feelings, no one did. She wanted him locked in a cage of believing she was lost to the world, that her job had harden her, and that she'd never feel emotions like a normal human being again. She was counting on Anthony thinking this.. She just wasn't counting on it being the truth.

She pulled the drink away from her lips as he neared her, and placed it on a near by table. She smiled, but not her welcoming, warm, genuine smile that people like Anthony and her costumers rarely got to see, the ice queen one that somewhere between seductive and just plain mean. She shook her head when Anthony spoke. "This day is turning out to be very one sided... Maybe I want a little sneak peek myself..." She said, her pointer and middle fingers making little movements like they were legs walking up his stomach and chest, to the first button that was done on his button up. He always wore them, she'd stripped off plenty of them from his torso. So before her pointer finger and thumb even began unbuttoning slowly, taking her time, she knew she would find the tank top under neath. Man, one day she was just going to set fire to every damn one he owned. "Maybe you should go buy something sexy to model for me." She stop unbuttoning his shirt. One because she'd unbuttoned all of the buttons, and two because she wanted to look up and smirk at Anthony. She'd love to see the rolls being reverse, and get to make snide comments to him. Not that he was smart enough to even notice they were meant to insult him. After a few moments, their food was called, and Pixel took a tiny step backwards. "Your shirt's unbuttoned." She said flatly, then went and retrieved their food, bringing it back to the table she'd sat her drink at and sitting down, looking up at Anthony, waiting for him to sit down before she would say the blessing.

[ANTHONY PRICE]

Anthony like the way her fingers moved up his shirt while she spoke. She wanted a little sneak peak? Anthony wasn't a dancer of any kind. He probably couldn't even slow dance for crap but to do it while stripping would never work in a million years. Then she was unbuttoning his shirt. It was slow, not like usual. Usually she was ripping it off. And moving on to his pants. But here she was just taking her time. Then their food was being called and she moved from him and got their food. He looked down at his unbuttoned shirt. He didn't care, he in great shape, even if he didn't have a tank on underneath his shirt he'd leave it unbuttoned.

Then Pixel was sitting down and looking at him. He moved to the chair across from her and sat down. He knew Pixel said a prayer before she ate. He'd been raised as a Catholic, and when he was in his mothers house or she was eating with him he prayed. So he extended the same courtesy with Pixel. Maybe it felt a little like home for her to pray. So he took her hand and closed his eyes waiting for her to pray. No sarcastic comment about saying grace or anything. Just politely being silent.

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[PIXEL ANN CONNER]

Pixel knew that she was never going to come to a point where she and Anthony could be friendly towards each other, or she'd let go of her pride and tell him that the things he say are demeaning, and hurt. This.. Holding hands as they bowed their heads in prayer was about as friendly as they were ever going to get, and honestly Pixel didn't know if she wanted that, or she was just okay with it, or she hated every second of it. Again, she question how sane she'd been when she agreed to start sleeping with Anthony. After a short pause of staring at Anthony with his eyes closed, trying to figure out what went on in his head, Pixel closed her own and bowed her head. "Father God thank you for this day you have given us, help us not take it for granted. Thank you for the food in front of us, and we asked that you bless it, make it nourishment to our bodies. Thank you for the people that cooked it, packaged it and paid for it, I ask that you bless them and keep them. In all things I give you praise, aman." Pixel finished, and didn't let her hand linger in Anthony's as she suddenly very aware that she thanked God for him.

It was different, right? Than thanking Anthony to his face, which would be the polite thing her mother taught her to do? But Anthony's head was twisted, and she didn't want him mistaking her kind politeness for weakness. But she knew without God.. she'd be so damn lonely at times she wouldn't even leave her dorm, or eat, or bathe, so she did her best to thank him for everything she said, even something as simple as having Anthony to buy her a crap ton of food she so wasn't going to eat at one time. Pixel reached into her bag, and pulled out one of the boxes of chicken and a bag of fries, leaving two boxes of chicken, some fries, and two brownies. That would easily make two other meals for her, plus whatever was left over from what she wasn't going to eat of what she'd pick in front of her. Anthony was mental unstable if he thought she was seriously going to eat thirty fricking chicken nuggets. He'd seen her body, and it didn't stay that what by eating thirty fricking chicken nuggets.

After getting everything ready like opening the box, opening the little container of ketchup, and unwrapping her straw and spoon for her milkshake, Pixel began eating like she normally did... Which was birdlike. Small nibbles here and there, constantly skipping from food to food. A little sip of a milkshake, one third of a fry dipped in ketchup, half a chicken nugget with no sauce, repeat but in different order. "Do you have any other place to go in mind?" Pixel questioned, looking up from dipping her fry in ketchup to Anthony, looking eyes with him.. Damn were his pretty.

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Anthony kept his eyes closed while Pixel spoke. He frowned some when she .. did she just pray for him? She did. No one had ever done that. He opened his eyes when she said amen and moved his hand when she let go. He wasn't sure of what to say. It would be really rude to be a dick to her after she thanked god for him. So he just stayed quiet and started eating his sandwitch. Then she was asking him if he had any other place to go in mind. His eyes just stared at hers while he chewed trying to think and not to say something dick like.

"Ahh .. Well .. I thought about maybe going to the grocery store today .. No food .. you wanna come with? I mean cause ah if not .. I can go another time." He knew it was boring going to the store if you weren't shopping for your own place. Then he had an idea. "Maybe you could get some things for your place .. If you don't want to eat ... nuggets for the next three days." So this time he was just offering. And not offering and expecting anything special because of it. Not that he was when he offered to pay for food the first time.

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Pixel's shoulders relaxed slightly as Anthony began speaking. She thought bringing up any type of conversation with Anthony after the prayer would for sure bring on a smart-ass remark about her praying for him, so she'd been tensed and waiting for it. But he was.. seriously going on about his plans for the day, and she couldn't help but smile, already picturing the shopping cart races. To say Pixel was still a kid sometimes was an understatement. She had a stack of coloring books at her dorm, for when she needed a break from homework before her head exploded. She'd gotten to the point that she actually had to flip though the pages several times to find a blank, uncolored page. Her breakfast every morning? Fruit loops served out of a Disney Princess bowl and spoon. So going to the store, while a normal outing for others, was a chance for fun and adventure for Pixel. She didn't even do it that much, either.. The only thing she normally had in her cabinets was fruit loops, a unopened pack of granola bars her mother had sent her, and those cup of noodles things. She really wasn't surviving all that well with being an adult.

Then Anthony was suggesting that she getsome stuff for her dorm, she assumed he was suggesting he'd pay for it, probably because he realized that she was hoarding the left overs to eating later. She looked back down at her food, mentally building a dam to keep the flood of emotions at bay. Yeah, she was broke, like super broke, and Anthony was more than a little well of.. But this felt too much like pity to her, which just hurt, and she wasn't looking forward to having to owe him with even more sexual favors. "Maybe I like nuggets." Pixel said, looking up, still smiling and popping a nugget in her mouth. She took a sip of her root beer, nodding as she swallowed it. "Yeah, I'll go. We're going that way anyway, right?" She said, careful not to agree to him buying her groceries, but not denying it because she didn't want to explain why. Her smile turning into a knowing smirk, and she gave him a small wink before she went back to her food, finishing off the last of her fries quickly.

After a few more moments Pixel was done eating her food, and she finished off her milkshake. She grabbed her tray and stood up, walking over to the trash can and throwing away her empty containers, then setting the tray on top. She walked the few steps over to the drink machine and filled her cup the rest of the way up. She popped the lid back on as she was sliding into the chair across from Anthony again. "Whenever you're ready." Pixel just had to stop herself from letting a pet name roll off her tongue. So yeah.. shopping, eating out and going to get groceries together could be seen as couple like things to do if you asked other people.. But they weren't a couple, and Anthony didn't deserve any sort of affectionate name from her.

[ANTHONY PRICE]

Anthony knew he could be an ass. Well he didn't really know how not to. He tried not to be as much as possible. Especially to people like Pixel who he knew was gonna be his friend for like life. She wasn't going to just up and leave him. Well if she was she wasn't telling. And he wanted to let his guard down. To let things maybe be good between them instead of the way they were now. Which was him probably hurting her feelings cause he didn't know how to not be an asshole.

"well yeah .. but if you don't want to go .. We don't have to. I just thought maybe I'd offer to you know .. try to be nice and stuff" He looked off in a direction that wasn't looking at her. He was at least trying to be nice. Then she was saying whenever he was ready. "You know .. not that I don't like you as a stripper and all .. Have you ever thought about like say quitting. Just seams like you don't like it" He thought her being a stripper was hot but he figured there had to be something out there she liked more.

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Pixel felt a slight twinge of guilt when Anthony said she didn't have to come if she didn't want to, and he was just offering to be nice. She wanted to like him sometimes, wanted to just give in and be friends with him.. But she didn't want to go from to something more. She couldn't afford to have the distraction of a boyfriend right now. Her grades were good, but if she made even one slip up, as as taking too many hours at work, or getting a boyfriend, or not taking enough time to study like she should.. She would lose everything she work so hard to get. She couldn't.. just throw it all to wind so that she could fall head over heels in like with this boy. She knew herself, and she knew the moment.. the very second she let herself like Anthony as a friend, it would become so much more, and she'd ruin whatever they had now because she didn't think Anthony was the type of guy to be in a committed relationship.

"No.. I want to go. Thank you." She reached over and touched his hand, smiling softly just on the off chance he'd glance over and see it. She didn't want him to think she was bitch or anything.. It was just better too keep him at arms length, and it would get way too complicated and awkward if she had to explain why. Then he was mentioning her being a stripper... Again. Dammit, couldn't he just shut up about it? It was her day off, did he ever think that maybe, just maybe she didn't want to think about it twenty-four seven? He was pointing out that she didn't seem to like it, couldn't he gather in his head that since she seemed not to like, she wouldn't like having to hear about it all the time?

Pixel leaned back in her chair, pulling her hand away from his and losing her smile thought she was fighting to keep it. She already had a snappy comeback, but she held her tongue. This was stupid to get mad over, wasn't it? Get mad because he was being observant and wondering why she did something that made her unhappy? Yeah, it was ridiculous to get upset over, and would pretty much do nothing but make her look like a crazy person if she snapped off at him. "Anthony.." She sighed his name, and looked away from him, looking at the merry go round that was in the center of the food court. "No.. I don't like that I have to get naked for any guy willing to shove a few singles in my g-string. But it's good money, and it was the only job I could get when I started, and I can't afford to quit now, and I don't even know what else I would do." She whispered, knowing if she spoke any louder her voice would crack. She shook her head, refusing to cry. Crying was pathetic. She stood up from her chair and walked over to his. She paused, realizing he was too close to the table to get in his lap. So she shoved the table away, and gracefully sat in his lap sideways. She draped her arms over his neck, and after a flash of a sexy smile, she leaned in and kissed him deeply. She didn't want to talk about her being a stripper, and she tried to make that clear in her kiss. After a few moments she pulled away. "Mmm.. You taste good.. You know what I think we should do? Push our grocery store plans back a little.. and see if we can find another dressing room.. I'm tired of being normal." She smiled again, then kissed along his jaw, then down his neck, ignoring that they were in a very public place with old people and kids. Nothing wrong with a little PDA.