So? He looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time. I tell you what, my sports hero friend. I will not let you date my little slut, but I...will let you marry her if you want to. You would let marry her but not date her? I asked incredulously. Yes, he stated simply. I stared at him a few moments and scratched my head. I need your answer right now, yes or no. he demanded. Right now? I exclaimed. You got thirty seconds he said looking at his watch. What is your decision? Fifteen. ' Stan thought to himself. Claire grabbed her jacket and moved toward the door with Stan. Soon they were in the thick of Mall shoppers seeking gifts for family and friends. Stan purchased a hat and scarf set, mittens, leather boots, in Ellie's size because he had no idea what size his "niece" wore, and they could be returned to get the right size. Their afternoon turned into a very pleasant experience. They stopped for Holiday wassail that was being offered by a scout troop, had a tasty lunch. The center tine of the fork extended upward through the turgid nipple. The other two tines seemed to grip the nipple tightly from the side. A handle nearly two inches in length hung down, begging someone to give it a tug to see if the piercings were real.Her horns were so expertly done that you could not tell that they were not truly sprouting from her forehead just in front of her coal black hair. And the tail, which hung over the top of a very tiny red, spangled bikini bottom, seemed to. I smiled and confirmed, what she already knew, that “Yeah, 18 today”. I smiled weakly.She beamed from ear to ear. “Oh my, a sweet little eighteen year old”. 
Again, I thought she was weird! It was a weird thing to say.
 “Right, let's get you started,” she said placing my envelope back on the table and again presenting her massive boobs to me. Her tits almost fell out of her uniform and I swear she'd undone another button whilst she had been out of the room. This time she caught me looking.