*Morgan made her way through
the mall with quick efficiency, in spite of high heels and the jostling
crowd. She had found a locker in which to store the coat and several of
her early buys, and was now free to walk lightly in her short skirt and
lace blouse, without the annoying sweatiness so common to cold weather
mall-runs.
She went into the Victoria's Secret,
picked up several satiny undergarments in shades of green and in lacy black.
For once she actually found a couple of D-cups left over, and so was particularly
glad. Next she bought shoes, two pair, black with those annoying high platforms
that seemed so popular, but on amazingly good sale. Then she made her way
over to the Godiva Chocolatier...and bought a half pound of the luscious
stuff. She would await the 50% after christmas to but her yearly ten pounds
of it. It was nearly the only chocolate that she would deign to eat.
Her next stop was a bath shop, where
one could mix one's own scents. She had a particular combination all her
own that included Patchouli, Bergamot, Lavender, and Frankinscense...the
last being ironically amusing, considering the season. She used lotion,
gel, and perfumes all scented with her mix...which she wore almost to the
exclusion of all other scents. She even scented her raw wooden comb with
the oil, and so her hair carried the scent everywhere. Of course, all of
this was for her own pleasure. Mostly, no-one else was allowed close enough
to realize that the hair was included. Those that were, got no farther
than that.
She also bought several gift packages,
including for the grab bag. Gift for a man who likes New York Yankees...damn
near impossible had they not just won the world series. Fortunately, she
managed a very nice sweat shirt, and an adorable little pen. More than
adequate for a $30 grab bag. Her other gift items included the standard
bath products in widely enjoyed scents, and fancy stationary sets that
she suspected might be used once. Good sale, though.
Then she headed off to the sharper image-like
place. She still had an hour to go, and wanted to include something unusual
in her purchases...she was not sure what. As she rounded the bend, she
nearly stopped dead. What a coincidence!! The Master of the City, at the
Mall...It was almost enough to cause hysterical gales of laughter. She
was unsure if she should disturb him, however. This was, after all, quite
obviously his personal time, and she was merely a lesser business associate,
as she saw it. Four young people had come over and begun talking to his
companion, as she stood, undecided. The companion was...a wolf. That made
sense. As she stood balking, a stray thought drifted to her...a young man
with a razorblade and his eye on her purse...knowing it would doubtless
cause a psychic ripple, she turned, staring him right in the eye, and instilled
a sudden paranoia relating to the breaking of the law, along with a strong
sense that earning ones money was now a necessity in his life. These feelings
would only grow...
