“Ah so you are an adult then, and you could go to prison for stealing you know!” Sally could see he wasn’t being kind to her and she started to...shake. She didn’t want to go to prison, not over a silly lip gloss. The man was still talking. “Perhaps we should phone the police!” “No, no please don’t!” Sally let a tear splash down her face and onto her blouse. “Well how about your parents then?” The man said and Sally was sure he had glanced at her chest again. “I don’t have parents,” she. About 30 minutes later she rang saying the satnav was playing up. I looked out of the window and saw a black Mercedes sport with a rather attractive brunette behind the wheel. Surely this could not be her?We locked eyes and immediately and I realised it was her. "Fuck Me" I mouthed to myself. I opened my door as she drove onto my drive.As she got out of the merc, I noticed she was wearing black high heel shoes and fully fashioned stockings, the ones with the Cuban heel and the seam running down. The woman in yellow was slumped in her shoulders as her chin rested in her palm, the arm supported by the rest of the chairs steel side. Her blonde hair was teased in the back as the rest of the tendrils were straightened to fall about her face, her pink lips pouting in a frown whenever a sigh was not falling from them. As she sat in her chair in silent boredom, her hazel eyes traveled from one focal point to another, first gazing at the fish tank near the rooms entrance, then falling onto the. Either her hairdo was tall or she was a Conehead. Bits of exposed lip and chin matched the darkened skin of her hands. A dot, a beauty mark on the crease between her nose and the corner of her mouth, was the only blemish visible.When they had disappeared from sight, the crowd noise became a buzz. Over and over, I heard echos of a whispered word - "Zenellis." So that was the great corporate leader! Was he a fashion fuck-up or was houndstooth coming back into style? It must have been the birthday.