"Sod it, let's just go!" you say, a sneaky grin crossing your face.
"Mr , are you suggesting I steal this lingerie?!" says Jo, in a half whsper.
"That's exactly what I'm suggesting. Think about it, there won't be any cameras in here, and by the time they realise, we'll be long gone!" You lower your voice and raise one eyebrow. "Besides, don't you find the idea a little exciting?"
Jo giggles, reminding you of April. "OK, let's do it!" she says, wrinkling her nose. She pulls on her suit jacket and skirt directly over the underwear, without bothering to put on her white top. She also leaves her old underwear and shoes behind.
Your stomach starts to churn with nerves as you both step out of the changing rooms. You try to act natural, casually looking around while slowly heading for the door. You think you're doing quite well, but when you look at Jo, you see that the same cannot be said for her. Her face is a little flushed, and she cannot resist small fits of giggles.
You see the door up ahead, and glance around surreptitiously for store detectives or security. Seeing no immediate danger, you quicken your pace for the door, your stomach feeling like a dozen small rodents are running in circles inside. Jo quickens her pace to match youre stride, and is almost running, a difficult task in 4" heels.
You exit the door and turn left to head back to the car. It would be wise to choose a different shopping centre to continue your shopping. You look back to Jo, who is looking beyond you with a horrified look on her face. Before you can turn around though, you collide with someone. |