The jacket fit perfectly. Her breasts caused a bulge in the lapels. I was unconcerned because "Most 15 year old boys don't have a lovely set of breast...." I told her. She had a soft laugh. I remarked that the jacket flattered her much more than I could, when her son grew out of it, she should take it for herself. Then, I leaned in to inform her that she should shop in the men's wear store more often.She stood there on the raised platform on the dressing room checking herself in the three way. She was more then welcomed to do so. She found all kinds of gowns and none really struck her. Being a size 14 petite, 44 D cup breasts and just that one girl that guys looked through, she wondered what was so special about her. It took her almost an hour to paw through the ones that would fit her. She then found two gowns. The first was a pale ivory yellow and was more of a halter top kind of gown and the back was open because of it.She did try it on and liked the color of it, a nice contrast. Sparks on the phone in a seductive voice, filled with passion. “Hello Mrs. Sparks, how are—“ “Robert, how many times have I told you…” Said Mrs. Sparks, cutting me off, “Call me Linda, I know you make it sound sexy, but it only makes me horny.” “Oh, sorry about that Linda.” “Just remember Robert.” She said before pausing, leaving a few seconds of silence before she continued, “So do you have the sandwiches?” “Right here,” I said, picking the bag up and showing it through my car window, “Where. Mary opened the door. Sunlight streaming in through the sliding glass doors glinted off her coppery hair and silhouetted her slender body perfectly. Jake stepped into the room, closed the door, and held open his arms. With a small cry of joy, she leaped into them. Jake hugged her tightly to him for a minute then gently pushed her away.“Let me look at you,” he said. “You are a vision.”Mary blushed but stepped back and pirouetted for him. She was wearing a blue sundress with yellow daisies on it.