Picking up the Pieces

We walked inside the department store. It smelled like flowers and new, fresh clothes. While still intertwined with Frank, we were greeted by a lady who was very dressed up. ''Hello there, Angel! You look like you've been hit by a bus. What happened to you?" Well, that was a little rude of her. Personally, I think I looked fine, but whatever. ''I was just released from St. Mary's Catholic female orphanarium." ''Oh my! It looks like you're on a little adventure! Right this way!'' Frank looked at me and gave a suspicious smile. After his smirking, we followed the lady to a section of the store filled with the cleanest clothes I've ever seen. ''I'm starting work as a maid in the near future, do you have any suitable outfits for that position?'' I asked her professionally. ''Of course we have some appropriate options, perfect for the modern housekeeper.'' She guided us to a smaller sub-section. I quickly noticed that there were two very different kinds of styles of dress for the 'modern maid'. There was the simple and plainly styled outfit with flowing fabrics designed for the wearer to actually get work completed and clean effectively. Then, there was a different kind of style that involved short skirts, pantyhose, impractical shoes, and a skimpy little apron. The greeter started to speak again, '' You will find that there are two different kinds of dress.'' She gestured to the plain clothes. ''We have an everyday look over here.'' Then she pointed to the other outfit. ''Then we have a formal attire for when company attends.'' She turned back to us and said, ''Which one would you folks like?'' and before I could answer, Frank chimed in and said: ''We'll take one of each, please.'' I'm glad he made that decision for me, I couldn't do it on my own. ''Very well, I'll have the shelf-hand get you one of each.'' She left and we waited for about 2 minutes before a shelf-hand appeared and grabbed our elected outfits. He handed them to Frank and we started exploring the department store a little bit more. ''Sadie, would you like one of these?'' He guided me to a large display of hair ribbons. Eagerly, I grabbed a head band that had ribbons flowing down it. After selecting my item of choice, we walked to the check-out. He handed the outfits and looked out the front door peacefully. He was calm until Sadie started to speak, ''I don't know what those are, Sir but thank you. I'm sure you have nice tits, too!'' She said innocently. "What did you just say, Sadie?'' Frank said. "Oh, that man over there said I had nice tits so I said the same thing back to him.'' "What! No ones talks to you like that! Where is this guy?" Sadie gently pointed to a large, old, dirty man. Frank let go of Sadie and said to the man "Hey, pervert! Who the fuck do you think you are! She's 18 for Christ's sake!" "Look pal, I gave the lady a compliment. She took it. I think were done here.'' "No
pal, I don't think we are!" We were still in line and the cashier had my clothes, but she stopped on whole store did even security and the greeter. The man spoke again, "Look buddy, I don't mean to be rude but fuck off!" Frank didn't even say anything. I thought he was going to stop talking to him. Instead, he threw the first punch at the man and he went down.

Notes

Sorry about that.