In H& M I’m spotted entering by a uniformed store detective who attempts to covertly shadow me as I march with purpose toward the Ladies Fashions. H... either wants my telephone number or suspects me suspiciously of being a suspect shop lifter, but having spotted his game from the off I give him the slip with some fancy footwork(and some not so fancy hiding behind a thick pillar and hurry out in the direction of Marks&Sparks, leaving the brain dead store dick scratching his unfeeling testicles. "What is the meaning of this?" the shoplifter cried out with feigned outrage. "I have done nothing wrong. Surely there must be some mistake! Take your hands off me you bitch!" You have a stolen watch on your person young lady and as your wristband shows that you are not a citizen, you must come with us to the mall security office!" the male officer informed her."I won't go! You two rent-a-cops can't make me do anything!" she screamed as she began to struggle with first the female officer and. "Just like the foot-long dong that used to hang betweenmy legs." It wasn't that long ..." ... exactly. That would have been unwieldy. So why would I want breaststhis big?"He looked at my cleavage and then at the bottle. "Okay, what size?" Middling between a B and a C. Enough to get looks but not leers."I felt my breasts shrink. Holding the bottle under my arm, I cupped mypretty hands around them. "Mmm ... better." Fine. Then I'll be taking that," he said, puffing up his chest andreaching for. The city had no regards for the perfection of winter’s kiss. Snowplows stripped away whatever beauty might be found. Snow, dirty and gray from the endless flow of traffic, was heaped into frozen mountains to wait for the spring thaw to melt it away. Everything in the city was about the endless progression that comes with moving full speed ahead. Nothing here stayed pure or beautiful for very long. The city was a whore with her legs wide open to tempt and to steal whatever innocence wandered too.