We need what’s called an anchor store, or a big store that would draw people to the shopping mall so they can see the other smaller specialty stores...that are also there.”“I saw one of those when we were driving through Indianapolis. It looked really big,” Brigitte said.“They have stuff for the bedroom and bathroom, furniture, clothes for everybody, including shoes,” I said reading directly off the website. “That would make a great anchor store. Put it on the list Jenn.”That got me a big kiss. I put ona pair of 5 inch pink high heels and locked the anklestraps. Nowadays Mom let me have the ankle straps key aslong as I promised to leave it home when I went out. Justbefore leaving my room I looked in the mirror one last timeand decided to use a small safety pin to roll the waistband of my skirt to make it another inch shorter. It wasjust short enough that the tops of my stockings were justbarely visible when I stood straight up.We arrived at the doctor?s office 15 minutes early. We. "I mean... like. I haven't been tempted, sir. Not exactly. And we were successful." But, as she spoke, the girl knew that she was not telling the entire truth."I was sure it worked, my child," the priest said with a sad smile. "I could tell from your unholy transport that we must be expelling Satan from you. Did it make you sad, Sister? I mean, that you no longer wanted to feel another woman's lips on you?"The pretty Nun blushed hotly and blurted out, "Oh Father. It's not another woman's lips. Chuckling to himself, he kisses my head, grabs my shoulders and plants me in front of him, where I was not five minutes ago. Thick arms wrap around my chest and I can feel him pushing himself against my butt, not so obviously wanting to pick up right where we left off.“Is this why you picked the spot so far off to the side, behind the bar?” I ask, already knowing the answer.“Guilty as charged.” I can hear him smiling.Fingers graze the bottom of my buttock, lifting my skirt ever so slightly. His.