..oh, and don't buy these ugly clothes." Emy leaves, leaving Juliet alone with a fire inside her that she can't explain. She drops onto the stool and ...ooks at the mirror, her face red and shaking in excitement. Not familiar with these reactions and emotions, Juliet sits there a bit, her thoughts racing. She bites her lower lip, the curiosity taking over her nervous mind. She leaves the store and walks towards the parking lot. Emy is waiting, her own thoughts racing. Did I decide right, or...?. I sighed and rubbed her perky breast and the nipple I saw through her blouse, “relax.”I turned her head so I could see the lock on the collar. I studied it and then put the knife away and looked around. I used a piece of wire that was holding a lantern and tried to pick the lock. It was actually a very simple lock and after a couple of frustrating minutes it opened. I took it off and looked at it, “to bad you can not keep it.”The girl was rubbing her throat, “why?”I grinned, “I would melt it. He liked to say that it made me more attentive to hisneeds, especially in intimate situations. I couldn't argue with that.Already I was thinking about what might lay ahead for me. I straightenedup, patted down my skirt, and went to get the drink cart. As I wheeledit in, I felt his eyes on me. Knowing how interested he was made metingle all over. Naturally, I didn't need the whole cart, but it sotypified the decorum and rituals of the 1950s that I couldn't resistusing it. I poured two. "Neither am I," he whispered, like it was a secret. "But I got talkedinto it." "Well no one talks me into anything," Robbi said proudly, like an eight-year old proclaiming her independence. "I see," he said, not taking her seriously. "Say, how old are you?" "16," she answered, not knowing why she lied. "I was just watching thenews."He laughed. "Umm, that looks like MTV on..." Robbi was horrified. Sheforgot she had turned off Fox."Well, I don't usually watch that," she said. "That's ok," he.