Within a few seconds she was back and standing across from me, holding a Sprite for herself."Mom won't be home for a while," she informed me."That's o...ay," I told her, and then added with a grin, "You're here -- and you're more important. Come sit down."She took a swig from the can and nervously smiled at me. I purposely moved my eyes to her crotch area, somewhat surprised when I thought I detected a discolored spot indicating wetness. She walked over and then sat down next to me."Good," I. . for a rather large clientele, I assure you. Do I order it from you, Gina?” I flirted brazenly with her while standing there with Chrissy and Jon in tow.“Wait ... are they ... naked? And ... no, you would order from Maggie, our shift manager,” Gina directed me to a tall, buxom lady with strawberry-blonde hair.Maggie looked to be early to mid thirties, but she could easily have been forty-something, just with a great dye job. She clearly smoked, but it hadn’t aged her as much one might expect.. “You should join the queue and wait.”“Haven’t got all day.” Mum replied.This time mum turned round, gave the young woman a look that could kill, and passed me another skirt. I unfastened it and stepped into it only to find that I couldn’t fasten it, it was too small.I slid it down and stepped out of it.“Madam, I must insist. If you can’t join the queue then I must ask you to leave.”“Fuck you.” My mother said and reached down for my hand. I just managed to pick-up my own skirt as my mother. "Where are you?" he said. "Youare not in the flat." He would know that. She did not like the toneof the enquiry. It angered her, but not in a way she felt was toonegative.She was in a shop. She tried to answer in her highest voice: "I'mjust out window shopping." I did not sound right, but at least it didnot sound male. And it was measured, and calm."You're Molly, aren't you?" asked Albert. "Molly has stepped out." Mmmhmm," she confirmed. Molly had indeed, stepped out."I want to see.