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resembled their
poodles.
"Annie?" The fluffy head turned in her
direction and traveled critically from her loosely tied hair to the new red shoes.
The woman, age indeterminate, attempted a smile. But it didn't pass the fake
test. She couldn't manipulate her rubbery bee-stung lips into anything more
than a smirk.
The woman glanced back at Zack and it was obvious she
was waiting for an introduction. He didn't give one. "Well," she
chirped too sweetly. "I need to keep moving. Shopping to do. Toodles."
Annie waited until they were alone then she turned on
him. "Why didn't you introduce me?"
He shrugged. "I couldn't remember her name."
She doubled over with laughter. "If I ever bump
into you and you don't introduce me to your companion, I'm going to make you
squirm, Zack DiMarco."
He placed his arm around her shoulders and kissed the
top of her head. "I'll never forget your name, Annie
McCallum."
She froze until he let her go. Something about the
affectionate way he kissed her brought up a dim memory, something to do with
the night before. She shook her head. She wouldn't worry about that right now. Last
night was probably way too embarrassing and best left forgotten. Whereas his
action just now was definitely memorable. Her skin where he'd pressed his lips
still tingled.
With her strappy red shoes clicking along the
sidewalk, she followed Zack into one shop then another. They bought a
tight-fitting little black dress, a pair of black hipsters, knee-high boots,
two short skirts with death-defying side splits and three tops in assorted
colors. Everything was skimpy. And pricey. And the smaller the outfit, the more
it cost. Annie shook her head at the prices but Zack didn't blink an eye as he
paid for them with plastic—the gold variety. He assured her Bob had
promised to reimburse him.
Next they purchased a heavy leather jacket for riding
and a lighter, three-quarter length one to wear with her new outfits on cool
evenings.
"I'll look like a prostitute with this jacket and
those skirts."
"Good. That's exactly the look all the young
things are trying to achieve these days."
"I'm nearly thirty!"
"Not until Dug-E leaves town, you're not. I think
you could pass for twenty-two."
Great, another blow to her already fragile ego,
although the shopping expedition had helped inflate it somewhat. Not only had
Zack put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head, but when she tried
on a pair of tight leather pants, his eyes had glazed over.
"They look great on you," he said huskily as
he studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. She blushed and turned
around so she couldn't see herself, then realized too late that she was giving
him a perfectly good view of her rear end in the mirror. She blushed again and
raced into the changing room. The sooner she got the pants off the better.
Obviously Zack liked the sort of women who wore tight
leather and skimpy outfits. She never wore them. And when this was over, never
would again. He wouldn't want to know her then.
But she bought the pants anyway.
It was five o'clock by the time they finished
purchasing makeup and handbags and Annie wished she'd gone with her safe
practical shoes instead of the red ones. She ached from her toes to her back. All
she wanted to do was flip the shoes off and bathe her feet in a soothing tub.
"Hey, Zack," someone called. Annie groaned. Here
we go again.
All day women had stopped him to say hi. Most
he introduced her to, others he didn't—at those times she tried not to
laugh. Sometimes she was even successful.
This one, a brunette in tight black pants
similar to the pair Annie had just bought, rubbed herself up against him.
To his credit, he subtly put some
distance between them then placed his arm around Annie's shoulders, pulling her
to him. The brunette got the message and moved off, her nose in the air and
breasts thrust forward like weapons.
"You know," said Annie
innocently, "giving these women the impression we're dating isn't
poodles.
"Annie?" The fluffy head turned in her
direction and traveled critically from her loosely tied hair to the new red shoes.
The woman, age indeterminate, attempted a smile. But it didn't pass the fake
test. She couldn't manipulate her rubbery bee-stung lips into anything more
than a smirk.
The woman glanced back at Zack and it was obvious she
was waiting for an introduction. He didn't give one. "Well," she
chirped too sweetly. "I need to keep moving. Shopping to do. Toodles."
Annie waited until they were alone then she turned on
him. "Why didn't you introduce me?"
He shrugged. "I couldn't remember her name."
She doubled over with laughter. "If I ever bump
into you and you don't introduce me to your companion, I'm going to make you
squirm, Zack DiMarco."
He placed his arm around her shoulders and kissed the
top of her head. "I'll never forget your name, Annie
McCallum."
She froze until he let her go. Something about the
affectionate way he kissed her brought up a dim memory, something to do with
the night before. She shook her head. She wouldn't worry about that right now. Last
night was probably way too embarrassing and best left forgotten. Whereas his
action just now was definitely memorable. Her skin where he'd pressed his lips
still tingled.
With her strappy red shoes clicking along the
sidewalk, she followed Zack into one shop then another. They bought a
tight-fitting little black dress, a pair of black hipsters, knee-high boots,
two short skirts with death-defying side splits and three tops in assorted
colors. Everything was skimpy. And pricey. And the smaller the outfit, the more
it cost. Annie shook her head at the prices but Zack didn't blink an eye as he
paid for them with plastic—the gold variety. He assured her Bob had
promised to reimburse him.
Next they purchased a heavy leather jacket for riding
and a lighter, three-quarter length one to wear with her new outfits on cool
evenings.
"I'll look like a prostitute with this jacket and
those skirts."
"Good. That's exactly the look all the young
things are trying to achieve these days."
"I'm nearly thirty!"
"Not until Dug-E leaves town, you're not. I think
you could pass for twenty-two."
Great, another blow to her already fragile ego,
although the shopping expedition had helped inflate it somewhat. Not only had
Zack put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head, but when she tried
on a pair of tight leather pants, his eyes had glazed over.
"They look great on you," he said huskily as
he studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. She blushed and turned
around so she couldn't see herself, then realized too late that she was giving
him a perfectly good view of her rear end in the mirror. She blushed again and
raced into the changing room. The sooner she got the pants off the better.
Obviously Zack liked the sort of women who wore tight
leather and skimpy outfits. She never wore them. And when this was over, never
would again. He wouldn't want to know her then.
But she bought the pants anyway.
It was five o'clock by the time they finished
purchasing makeup and handbags and Annie wished she'd gone with her safe
practical shoes instead of the red ones. She ached from her toes to her back. All
she wanted to do was flip the shoes off and bathe her feet in a soothing tub.
"Hey, Zack," someone called. Annie groaned. Here
we go again.
All day women had stopped him to say hi. Most
he introduced her to, others he didn't—at those times she tried not to
laugh. Sometimes she was even successful.
This one, a brunette in tight black pants
similar to the pair Annie had just bought, rubbed herself up against him.
To his credit, he subtly put some
distance between them then placed his arm around Annie's shoulders, pulling her
to him. The brunette got the message and moved off, her nose in the air and
breasts thrust forward like weapons.
"You know," said Annie
innocently, "giving these women the impression we're dating isn't
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