Her hands were clipped again. They took their leave from the couple and left the mall, returning to the car. The drive took them across town to The Ca...tle Superstore. Valerie brightened at the chance to see her friends Rachael and Giggy. The store looked even busier than VS was.Inside, the place was packed. It soon became apparent that, while the lesbian couple was here, a social call would be out of the question. While no one was naked in the store, many were in various shades of near nudity. She turned a corner, into as it turned out an alleyway full of trashcans and discarded bottles, syringes and what looked like vomit against walls. Looking behind her again and again, feeling more and more nervous, she tried to ignore that somebody '96 somebody '96 might be watching her: her legs and hose quite visible as she swish-swished in that flimsy skirt, her breasts in her thin white blouse could not hide her hard nipples from showing through as she walked faster, faster. Too fast. Her. He had come home to find she'd moved nearly all of her things out while he was at work. As he stood there, dumbfounded, she'd continued. "It just isn't working. I want different things than you do, and it's ridiculous to stay here and pretend otherwise." Then she had left.Two years, he thought. It took her two years to decide it wasn't working? What the hell does that mean anyway? He had been taken completely by surprise. He had loved her, and thought she loved him. They had been living. I muttered that my wife was sleeping inside, to which Sapna asked even more shamelessly “kyon, bahut thak gayin kya kal raat? Lagta hai aap unhe sone hi nahi dete honge”… And she gently pushed against my crotch as though trying to enter the room, and opened her mouth and let out a tiny gasp of realization of my crotch hitting her belly button while she stared right into my eyes with her big brown eyes. In my mind i wanted to catch her, rip her dress off, make her bend against the door and fuck.