Julie was in the front seat excitedly talking aboutsome sandals she wanted to buy. I was in the backdressed in a t-shirt, shorts, hose, and tennis sho...swith socks. I kept trying to figure out what my motherhad in mind. My shoes fit fine and I had plenty ofthem. And who would I see at the mall. No one that Iwas really friends with but still, those kids weremean.The mall wasn't too crowded. It was a beautifulSaturday morning and most people probably hadsomething better to do. I certainly had. "Well, honey, for one thing, you don't know any older women—I mean like the character in the story. Do you? You haven't experienced anything like that, have you?" "No, I've never experienced it." "Well, that's what I'm getting at," she said. "I don't understand how you can write about a subject like this so ... realistically, when you haven't experienced anything like it. I guess you just let your imagination go, right?" "Yeah, that's mainly it," he replied. "But it took a lot of work, you. B-cup, I estimated. She seemed to have an endless variety of thin little shorts. Tight or loose, they all revealed plenty of Morgan to admire. Slim and athletic, she could have quickly ran out of sight of us if she wanted, but seemed to prefer running with us or just ahead of us.Morgan eventually introduced us to after-jogging floor exercises such as crunches, leg-lifts and so on. This drove me crazy, and I had to keep reminding myself that I had socks and kids older than this girl, do. Trust me. What I have in mind will be an offer you can’t refuse.” He began to measure the doors that led to the patio. They were quite tall and he couldn’t reach the top. Chrissie saw her chance and took it. “Do you want me to help?” she said, grabbing a dining room chair and placing it next to the door. Before he could answer she hopped on to the chair. Terry couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Chrissie leaned down for him to give her the end of his measuring tape, giving him a perfect view.