He looked in the mirror, andjust nothing seemed to fit. The girls kept asking to see, and when herefused, they took their new roommate to just be a d...ama queen who wasoverly sensitive about her figure."Well, I admit, designers today aren't really thinking that girls come inall sorts of shapes, but if the jeans aren't working for you, perhaps youshould try some skirts. We have a wide selection on sale over there ifyou like," a sales associate told them, seeing the frustration in thegroup.After. I had been fitting out a large store and having just finished and helped get all the stock in. On the opening day it was so busy that I ended up helping out at the store, filling shelves and generally keeping an eye on the customers. I saw a young lady maybe early 20’s who did not appear to be shopping but looking round very suspiciously she also did not look like the local Arab women, she had a large bag which looked like it had some of the stores clothes in. I radioed the owner and he. “But only because you weren’t downtown. Why weren’t you downtown?”“Because Cheryl needed me. And more, she needed a typewriter.”They laughed.“I did,” said Cheryl. “I needed both. And as usual, Joe came through.”“So you decided to jump the barrier,” said Joanne.“I did,” she smiled. “And it was fucking glorious.”“Isn’t it?” said Moe. “You going to break our hearts, Joe?”“You got two hot women, and you know where we live,” said Cheryl.“Three actually, and there’s the problem.”“Joe,” Joanne. She could smell the three men - a musty heady aroma – one of sex.“You see lads - fit as a fiddle – just as I described her. And by the way Soph, we love the little white panties – almost like when you were just a schoolgirl.”The three men moved in on her and suddenly she felt their hands all over her. They moved feverishly, almost in a hurry, as if they were worried that at any second the spell would be broken, she would change her mind, and sanity would return to the room.She looked down and.