Her arms were still clamped across her chest, and she still shook like a leaf. Through the door, she could just make out a corner of the box in the ot...er room. This was so unnerving. She started to cry again, and then, Maggie found herself standing in the middle of a darkened roller-skating rink, surrounded by dozens of school-age kids, couples-skating with boys and girls holding hands, girls and girls holding hands, and even a gay pair of boys holding hands. She knew without looking down that. She turns the key in my office door, and I hear the lock click home. She puts her bag down and peels off her tee-shirt. She looks good in her bra and jeans, but my mind is racing. “Oh shit,” I’m thinking. “How do I get out of this unscathed? This could go wrong in so many ways.”She walks over to me and unhooks her bra, dropping it to the floor. Her breasts are pert and firm. Her nipples are stiffening, and they look very appealing. I can imagine sucking on them.I’m still sat down, facing her in. I could hear female voices & then I heard a female voice call ”Susan.” I wasn't called deary & being sent straight to the changing room seemed rather odd. It felt such a long time after I had got undressed to my underpants, until the curtain was pulled back by a woman dressed in a white blouse with lots of lace, a black pencil skirt with black nylons (I never knew if they were stockings or not at the time) & black patent high heeled stiletto shoes. She had a Sky blue gingham school summer. "Can we please just go? I feel like everyone'swatching me."Brian smiled at her. "They are, Nicole. You're a very pretty girl, youdeserve to be watched. Shall we?" He put his arm around Nick's waist andled him out into the mall.By the time the pair left the mall Nick was exhausted. Brian had draggedhim in and out of store after store, making him try on more clothes thanhe ever had in his life. Brian even forced him into a lingerie store,where he not only purchased more pairs of panties and bras.