Episode 6: Strip Mall

12:05 in the afternoon. Zach and Anthony were running late. Stupid thunderstorm!

Cleopatra Teleki sat in the office instead of in her car like she told Zach Pedigo she would. The rain was dropping cats and dogs so hard on the tin roof of the warehouse/office that she decided to wait in the doghouse where it was dry. With no umbrella she didn’t want to be soggy all over in her yarn like dress because of lacking in common sense. Already wet in the shadows of her G-spot was enough as it was. Zach had been glued to her thoughts since their morning flirtations. That, and her sneaky suspicions about so-called daughter Heidi, if she had known her last name Cleo might have done a people search on her. Cleo was smarter than she led on. She hadn’t had the nerve to just call the nail salon and ask. Personal info was usually not given out over a phone anyway.

Watching the street, she finally notices the Teleki Insulation van pull off of the frontage road and into the parking lot. As Anthony drove through a rising garage door and enter it Cleo held her breath. “We’re going to lunch. Why does it have to be raining so hard? Fucking Seattle weather. I had to wear this dress just for him.” She pinched at her porthole yarn weave with her uniquely manicured nails, “My luck the rain will make it shrink. There’s always the nightie mom swiped from me to change into.” She giggled knowing that getting that sheer thing wet, would end up being total nudity. Wrong answer! Bold she was, but not at the mall where he wanted to go for lunch. Of course, that might get Zach really horny and the idea of getting some of the muscular Mister Pedigo did sound more on the menu that any Mexican restaurant could offer. She needed tamale. HOT! HOT! TAMALE! Infatuation took on a whole new meaning. Look out Zach, Cleo was a tiger waiting to pounce.

Meeting him in the warehouse she gave him time to hang up his equipment and wash up a bit. He had acknowledged her via a pausing finger, in response she showed him three fingers, all with his initials on them. Unknown to Cleo, Zach was feeling pretty honored that she would go to that extreme, so soon in knowing one another. Fearless Zach was a risk taker, so Cleo being so bold this fast only ramped up his desire to see what she was truly made of. If she was anything at all like her mother, Zach was interested. Possibly due to the fact he loved younger women. His high energy for his age drove him in that direction. Zach Pedigo was a sexual beast. This week alone he had bedded down three women in two days, well Nasty was all the way, Kayla and Heidi were only sampled, but he knew he was going to nail all of them here soon. Another girl, his landlord’s caregiver was on tap for the weekend. Now? Here was little Miss Goddess Cleo. They were both ready.

“Ran late, sorry.” Zach approached her finally, “It’s still pouring outside. Sure, you want to get out in this?”

“I’m positive. I want to spend time alone with you.”

“Same here. Listen, about the mall ... we might stop in and see my kid, I’ll introduce you. Is that alright? I mean this is a first date and ... well, I’ve never had a kid I knew of up until her so that probably looks bad.”

“Sure. There’s only one problem...” Cleo grits her teeth for two seconds, “I already know of her. Well, kind of ... when I got my nails done.” Flair of fingers as emphasis! “I ended up going elsewhere ... too many customers ahead of me.” It was a partial truth; she wasn’t going to mention his ex-wife. “But I recognized her as soon as you showed me her pic.”

“Okay then!” He was regretting this scenario already but had no choice but to press on, “She’s a good kid.”

“I hope she doesn’t think bad of me, I kind of ran out of her salon in a hurry. I was running late getting here.” Half-truth! “I hope when she sees my nails, she doesn’t think bad of me ... your being her dad and all.”

“She’ll be fine.” He looks Cleo over rubbing his chin, “I hope we don’t get kicked out of the mall over that dress. It shows an awful lot of skin.”

“I’m not changing so we just see what happens.” She brightens up playfully, “I might even lose my G-string just for kicks.”

“Livin’ on the edge, huh? Might as well lose that bra too.”

“I’ll think about it. Would that turn you on?”

“EVERYTHING about you turns me on Cleo.”

“Are you okay with my liking you so soon?” Hesitance and with clenched teeth she was praying he wouldn’t object.

“Just don’t rush it too fast. I’ll be honest, I prefer being single. Anything else you want I’d never deny you.”

“So, just a fuck buddy?”

“Oh, I’ll give you some serious passion to go along with that, but I will date other girls too. Rather stop here knowing that?”

“No. I’m good. Like my mom I love sex, I just don’t do whoever is available. She does a lot for daddy. They’re pretty freaky.”

“Noooo! Not the Teleki’s.” He feigned surprise.

“I’m a Teleki, watch it.” She snickers, “I have my own freaky side.”

“Rain’s not letting up, we going to run for it?” He opens the side door of the garage to look out at the torrent coming down. Gutters overflowing along the building were producing thin waterfalls which they would need to avoid going out this way. It was closer to her car though, so it made sense.

“Am I losing my panties now or later?”

‘Let’s lose those at the mall.” He winks, “Damn that dress is just too sexy. You need to have that auntie make you a few more of these.”

“Already did. I have three of these in different colors. Wine colored, and a powder blue. I rock all of those shades. I have been considering another dress, only with wider holes to show off more.”

“You just make that request and I’ll show you off in style.”

“I’ll call Babs tomorrow. Color preference?”

“Bright yellow would accent that hair and your eyes. Maybe a grey color.”

“I love your fashion sense. I’ll have to buy new heels to go with them.”

“Daddy’s money?”

“You know it. He spoils me if you can’t tell.”

“That’s what dad’s do.” He wanted to laugh but refrained.

“Have you bought your daughter anything since meeting her?”

Zach fidgets a bit, the only thing he had bought his made-up daughter was a silver bullet vibrator and extra batteries. Nice guy that he was. “Not really, we’ve only known each other a short time. That and no money.”

“I could loan you a few dollars if you want to surprise her.” Cleo thought that might be an icebreaker when meeting Heidi, after running off like she did at the salon.

“That would mean paying you back. I’ll need every penny I make to meet the rent and feed myself. Thanks for the offer though, nice of you Cleo.”

“Keep it in mind. I’m here to help as long as it doesn’t get out of hand. Just treat me good.”

“Like this?” He yanks her body into his and kisses her hard on the lips, hand on her ass, finger inside a hole of her dress to tickle her butt crack. She melted and palmed his face not wanting those lips to retreat, even though that finger was taunting her. Cleo was determined not to give him reason to halt this passionate moment. Not even Anthony in the background whistling ruined their connection. Zach even pulled Cleo’s dress up in back just to show Anthony her undiscovered cheeks, tight as tight gets. Hear that quarter bounce? Anthony looked around him for more eyes before rubbing his crotch. Out of respect for his bosses he had never reacted to Cleo before now. Well, other than glances. He knew the kid was pure volcano.

“Do NOT ever stop doing that. Shit Zach, that was ... I’m breathless.” She didn’t even tug her skirt down just fanned herself. She just had to look down to see if he was hard, her curiosity was just too strong. Pup tent it was, hell a big tent revival. AMEN! “That looks really big. I can’t believe you pulled it out in front of our entire crew. Wish I had been there.”

“Lunch ain’t over.” He winks drawing her back in before patting her bottom like a drum with both hands. The second kiss was steamier than the first. Overheated by the tenderness Cleo grew exceptionally wet. Her tan G-string could not contain the stain. There was no hiding soggy. This time, as they separated Zach took time to look over her body, noticing the wet cloth. Puckering he darted his head from side to side, “Maybe we’ll lose that G here, instead of the mall.” He lifts her dress a bit higher in front and crouches down to seductively drag her G-string over her hips, down her legs and to her three-inch heels. Stepping out Zach held them in his possession. Taking them to his nose he inhaled her beauty. Cleo was swooning. It was then she heard Anthony mutter, “Sweet Jesus.”

“Hi Anthony.” Cleo looked over her shoulder with sparkling eyes. Her ass in full view she stood proud. Zach in turn stood up and winked another time at Cleo.

“Dare you to let Anthony hang on to these until we get back.”

“Dare accepted.” She plucks her G-string from his grasp and turns to face Anthony, dress still high on her hips, exposing her clean-shaven pussy’s warm wet smile. Strutting toward him she takes his hand and plants her underwear over his fingers. “Can you hold on to those until the end of the day?” All Anthony Campbell could do was nod. Did that really happen? The Teleki kid. Turning around to return to Zach, Cleo let Anthony see her full dance recital. That ass was sanctuary. At least in the sense of knowing any man would want to reside there. She had never felt so exhilarated. Just as she reached Zach, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door into the rain. Forcing her under the downpour of the gutters she yelped, drowning in ice cold water, her body going glossy and her dress tightening over her flesh like a prison.

“OH, MY GOD!” Just as swiftly Zach pulled her out from under it and kissed her even harder. She melded her contours to his like a serpent entwining its prey. Drenched from head to toe the both of them, it was going to be a long lunch full of body heat to dry themselves. A bolt to the car she had to dig into her purse for her keys. Zach behind her rubbing his crotch over her ass, she took her time unlocking the door, laughing her ass off. Once inside Zach raced around to the other side. Laughing she locked his door keeping him in the rain as she points at him to get revenge. Finally, she let him in. Engine started; she kicked on the heater just to compensate their chills as they sat there a bit before leaving.

“I can feel my dress shrinking. Holy shit!” She pinched at her chest in discomfort, “Let’s not ruin any more of my dresses like this. Auntie Bab’s ain’t cheap and I’ll need a new one this color.”

“Clinging nicely Miss Cleo.”

“Yeah, this bra has to go before it cuts off my circulation.” She arches forward over her steering wheel to reach behind her back and through her open ports to detach her bra. Easing under her armpits she drags the bra free and hurls it into her backseat. Zach could see nipples sticking through the ports. “Well? There is no hiding the knitting needles.”

“The mall is going to love you.”

“Security won’t.”

“You worry too much. We’ll dry off a little before going in. Start driving.”

“My hair is horrid now.” She eyes herself and primps into her rearview mirror. Luckily her hair avoided most of the downpours direct cascade, her body held under for the worst part. It was still wet, just not as horrid as she felt it was. Growling at Zach she put her car in drive, and they left the lot.

Seattle’s famed Westfield Southcenter Mall, coming up on 1:20 PM!

“You ready to take lunch Ms. Baker?”

“Ms? You make me sound old Vicksen.”

“Vicksen? You make me sound like an exotic dancer.” Her manager Vicki grinned, almost accepting the compliment, “I like your nickname. You may take ten more minutes on your break.”

“A whole whopping ten minutes? Now I don’t have to pee and freshen my make up at the same time.”

“Go before I change my mind.” Vicki fluttered her knuckles trying not to laugh, and still show her authority.

“I’m waiting on my sister. We’re having lunch together. Can I hold off until she gets here?”

“And make the mad rush of ladies here to buy thongs wait on you?” Her boss finally laughed, “It’s a slow day, take fifteen minutes more instead. I’ll ward off the gauntlet.”

“Awesome!”

“Oh! Before you go, we haven’t talked about that new roommate of yours more. Is he still being a gentleman?”

“Oh, hell no. He’s trying to get me naked every night.” Heidi giggles, “I’m joking. Zach’s been really cool.” She wasn’t really joking. Zach did want her to live her life as a free spirit, knowing Heidi had it in her to run free nude while at home. Heidi was not going to waste any time denying herself, besides her inner freak adored turning the older man on. It took a freak to know a freak. Vicki needn’t know that. “Strangely, he’s kind of fatherly.” Only because of their game of father and daughter kept her off the lease, and it just continued being utilized in conversation. It was kind of hilarious.

“Sorry, I’m late. I applied for a job at a few places. It’s freaking pouring down outside. I had to stop a few times on the way here. Dad’s truck needs new wiper blades.” Saved by the yell, slightly older stepsister Kayla Trudeau arrived in a fluster. Vicki eying her attire of a concert t-shirt for the band One Republic and cutoff jeans that were cut a wee bit too high for such thick hips. No bra left the girl’s hefty tits bobbing in her hurried state. The fact her shirt was wringing wet only made it cling to her curves. Kayla could certainly polish up her cellulite, hardly fat, just needing work. Zach Pedigo had promised to get her in shape by taking her to the gym. She was ready to work hard when he was. The fact their sexual tension being so receptive only guided her vision. Even though he was into lots of girls she found him irresistible. Self-esteem might be playing its part. If it got her laid, or even kissed on, Kayla Trudeau was embracing it, even if a certain reluctance at first kept her from going all the way. That would not be an issue going forward. At least she told herself that.

“About time. Vicksen here just gave me an hour lunch.”

“Hour? Forty-five.” Vicki retaliated with a grimace.

“See you in an hour and forty-five then. You’re the best Foxy.” Heidi grabbed Kayla by her t-shirt, wet fingers dragging her away.

“Foxy? Oooo! I like that one too. FIFTY MINUTES. NO LONGER.” Vicki was losing anyway.

“So, what made you go looking for a job my less than energetic sis?” Heidi walked with Kayla away from Vicki’s Secret.

“I guess when Zach said I should get a job it hit home. I really don’t want to live with your mom forever. Maybe after Zach’s lease is up, we can all get a house together.”

Heidi paused for a second to imagine the idea, that meant calming her freaky side a bit. Kayla knew her stepsister pretty well, but not 100%. Even Heidi had her secrets. Being alone with Zach gave her the options to taunt him into giving her what she wanted every night. Namely, her fetish to be jizzed on. That part made her feel like a total cum slut. It felt good. Nothing nor anybody was going to prevent her from her warm bedtime milk. Having Kayla and their Hindi girlfriend Nastiya around meant Zach might be tapped out at the cow. Nope. Nyet. Nada. All Heidi’s.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Give me time to enjoy living my own life, this is my first time out on my own terms.”

“You want Zach all to yourself, don’t you?”

“He’s fun. I’m glad things happened as they did, my knocking on the wrong door. Something just clicked, even if he is old as dirt.”

“Old enough to be your...” Kayla falls short of using the term dad, knowing Heidi had been denied a real father all of her life. It suddenly dawned on Kayla that maybe that was what Heidi was exploring in a way, what it would be like to have a dad. She did know they were roleplaying the family connection with their landlord. Kayla would listen a bit more closely for a true affirmation that her suspicions were on target.

“Dad? Yeah, as long as he doesn’t start wanting me to act like I’m fifteen and begging for an allowance.” Heidi chuckles, “Pleeeeeeeeese Daddy I want a new toy.” She goes into a childlike voice.

“Ohhhhh, maaan. That even turned me on.” Kayla nudged her sister laughing, “Hey, I love this dress on you.” Heidi instantly looks over her burgundy-colored dress with open cleavage, the skirt two inches above her knees.

“My new favorite outfit. I bet Zach would like it too, not that it matters what he likes.”

“Heidi’s getting a crush.” Kayla recites goofily.

“Naaaa! He’s just too old to get close to. I’ll just torture his ass with my youthful exuberance. Did I tell you I met his ex-wife? I haven’t told him so hush.”

“No way! Really? Where?”

“Mrs. Chang’s. She came in and got her nails done. Once I figured out who she was I nearly peed. She’s actually nice. Drop dead gorgeous for sure. She’s way younger than Tom.”

“Wow! Why did they get divorced?”

“She was pretty open about having had multiple affairs behind his back. I think she really regrets doing it now. All she talked about was her love still being there. Of course, she just got dumped so she’s probably just rebounding and thinking she can weasel her way back in.”

“That could be bad for you if they rekindle. You might be asked to move out.”

“Come on!” Heidi smirked and fluttered her fingers over her body, “Look at mwah. Codger would rather keep me around because I’m smoking hot and barely legal.” She laughs.

“You’re 18, legal as it gets.”

“I bet I could keep Tom if I tried.”

“As long as you share him. I want that dick in me again. Used this time not just parked inside of my pink garage.” Kayla excitably blushes.

“Lucky you.” Heidi hides the fact he had done the same to her.

“How did you deal with that egg vibrator for so long. We heard you screaming for hours.” Kayla flares her eyes, “You know he made us push the trigger a few times, right?”

“What? You got me off? I HATE YOU.” She laughs then feels strange about her sister torturing her. Zach was obviously evil to make her do that. Nastiya doing it too only made Heidi get goosebumps. “Wow! That’s messed up.”

“Sorry I gave you an orgasm. Maybe three!”

“Stop before I vomit.”

“Oh, my gosh.” Kayla pauses to point, “Look! That guy has a pink mohawk. Too funny!”

“That’s Weaver. He’s cute. I might go out with him if he ever asks me.”

“I guess. What do you think Zach would think if you brought that guy home?”

“Do I care? I’m my own slut. He’s his own stud. If I was worried about what he thought, I’d never have set him up with you and Nasty.” Heidi had her reasons. There was that freak side, setting him up to get so turned on made her crazy inside. In her own dark corner, she wanted him to come to her afterwards and sort of take out his frustrations. Imagining herself fucking another guy in front of Zach made her bite a nail. How would Zach take it?

“I set Tom up with a nurse who care gives for our landlord. Her name is Khloe. Bitch is sexy as hell. They go to the same gym.”

“Awww maaan. I have gym competition? I’ll never lose weight.”

“Bitch, stop your whining, you’re not that big, just puffy in a few places.” Heidi pats her sister on the ass, then her tummy. “Flat tire at worst.”

“Gee thanks Miss Supermodel.”

“Oh! I met a model too. She says I should do some modelling, wants to introduce me to her agency.”

“Is it legit?”

“No idea, but Petra looks like Scarlett Jo.”

“Is she going after Zach too?”

“Hasn’t met him yet. You think the old guy can keep up with that much pussy?”

“I’d put money on it, if I had any. You’re paying for lunch.”

“I just paid rent. Mom bought me groceries. What am I an ATM?”

“Taco Bell is cheap.”

“Chalupa!” Heidi shook her head; they were already on their way to the food court. “I miss that Chihuahua!”

Outside in the parking lot, Cleo Teleki finally found a parking space. With the rain falling so heavily people were battling for closer spots leaving Cleo quite a way out. Zach sitting next to her rubbing her leg made her shiver, adding to her chills from being wet all over. While her skin was dry her crochet style dress wasn’t, it was still creating creases in her caramel-colored flesh where it had shrunk and tightened up all over her body. Strangely, its snug fit made her crazy inside, almost like bondage. Knowing Zach expected her to waltz right into the mall without underwear only intensified her hormonal state. People were sure to see every inch of her barely concealed nudity, her dress being flesh colored only added to the magnetic look. Of course, being wet made the material a shade darker to compensate her own natural flesh tone. Fuck it! She felt naked, why not enjoy it.

“Park there! That’s as close as we’re going to get.” He scowls.

“Oh, you better get closer.” She snaps a sneer at him then flicks her tongue his way.

“Not what I meant.”

“Just being silly. Zach?” She lowers her gaze to his caressing hand on her upper thigh.

“Yeah?”

“I need that cock in me. You’ve got me crazy inside.”

“Patience! You haven’t even seen Hardy yet.”

“Hardy?”

“Yeah my...” He started to say roommate, then daughter before biting his own tongue, “My friends say I look like the actor Tom Hardy.”

“I can see him in you. Gonna inject his Venom into me?”

“As long as your pussy doesn’t sport needle like teeth and try and eat me.” He laughs, “I’ve seen the movies.”

“I’ll save the eating for you.”

“Better do that before the Mexican cuisine. Might get gas.”

“Eww! Ruin the moment.”

“I’d gnaw on your clit even if you were singing in the background.”

“You, Sir, say the sweetest things. This rain is not letting up.”

“That dress is going bondage on ya.”

“I was just thinking that.” She snickered, “I blame you and TLC.”

“TLC?”

“Their song Waterfall?”

“Gotcha! I like that song.”

“I’m a bit scared here Zach. If I get arrested for indecency daddy is gonna...” Cleo falls silent and considers her words, “ ... probably applaud me when he bails me out. I can hear him now. That’s my Girl!” She raises her tone to sound gruff.

“Freaky family. You know your mom won’t rest until she’s had me, right?”

“Do your worst. If that’s what you want to do.”

“Not saying I want her, just saying my gut tells me she won’t stop until I cave.”

“Trying to make me jealous?”

“No, you know her better than me.”

“She’s going to eat you alive.”

“I’m going to eat you alive.”

“Are we braving the Great Flood?” She fidgets taking her keys out of her ignition.

“Let’s go.” Zach opens his door then races around to the driver’s side to get her door. Even in a storm he was a gentleman. As she steps out squealing, she locks up her car and stashes her keys in her clutch purse. Taking Zach’s hand, she starts to follow him when he turns to face her, backing her against the hood of her car. Gripping her hips, he lifts her off of her feet and sits her on the slick hood. In awe of his boldness, she finds her ankles snatched up, his grip forcing her legs high and wide. Her balance led her upper body into laying back on the metal. Seconds of positioning her Zach looked down between her legs at a glistening smile. That pussy was mewing. Digging in Zach ate said pussy as she hid her face from the pouring rain. Cleo Teleki was screaming at the top of her lungs. Even with people looking for parking spots, cameras all around, Zach was challenging her limits. Cleopatra was up for her Mark Anthony.

At first not many cars could actually witness the event in the angle they were parked, yet somehow the sight of sexy feet in the air drew attention, heels waving to them instead of hands. Horns tooting their fascination rather than objection only made Cleo louder. She discovered that being watched was a real turn on. Then, came the buzz kill. Pulling up behind her car was a Security detail in a white SUV. A black guy in his early 20’s leered out an opened driver’s side window.

“Is that you Cleo?”

“Shit! I know that voice.” She laughed, Zach not letting up, his tongue digging even deeper into her vulva. Back arched she merely waves over her windshield, “Hi Dante.”

Dante Owens put on his flashers and stepped out of the SUV to make the journey to their side. Hovering hesitantly as Zach peered over his brow at the guy, Dante puckered with respect. “Wish I’d done that back when we were in school together.”

“You missed out Track star.” She moaned.

“Did he?” Zach lifted away from her pussy with a drenched expression. “You have two minutes Dante.” Zach motions at her pussy with a nod. At first Dante grit his teeth looking around him, then down at Cleo. She had her jaw wide at Zach’s unexpected offer. Without losing the opportunity Zach nudged her legs back toward her, “Here hold these.” Cleo claimed her own ankles laughing as Zach stepped aside and let Dante dig in. Dante devoured her with a hunger that came flooding back. Cleo was always so fucking perfect in every way. No way was Dante not tasting her. Talent strikes and Cleo shrieks, “I’m going to cum Zach.”

“Let him have it. Full force!”

Body convulsing Cleopatra Teleki showered Dante with a rapid procession of squirts. Finishing his feast at Zach’s pat on his shoulder Dante lifts away grinning, “Daaaamn! That was hot.”

“Only gets better Buddy. Are you writing us a ticket?”

“Hell no! Thanks man.”

“Let’s get inside Wet Willamina.”

Releasing her own ankles Cleo slides from her hood, nearly losing her balance under weak limbs. Her gaze between both men was sparkling as if her entire life was changing. She had just let two men eat her out. Dante was pretty darned good; she might need to track him down another day. For now, Zach was her Big Mac. ONLY ZACH! She was seeing hearts dancing around her head. Okay, she was just dizzy and drowning from the torrential rain hitting her face. She would not have ever said no to Zach even if he had asked her rather than just presume, she would do what he was instigating. Not even allowing Dante to eat her out. Cleo got off on being what Zach wanted her to be. In her mind she hoped that this was only the first of many adventures he might take her on. Hook, line, and sinker. Fish in the body net. Yeah, that dress was pretty much useless now. Hiding was not going to be an easy thing to do. She embraced the risk going forward.

Hand in hand they sprinted up the lot and on to the curb, Dante following closely behind in his SUV enjoying Cleo’s pretty much exposed ass. Her skirt was riding high on her hips. There was no tugging at the hemline until they reached the sidewalk in front of the mall entrance. There Zach let her cover herself what little she could under duress. Cheekage was still visible, beneath and through the dress itself. Soggy from head to toe both Zach and Cleo managed to step inside for a tad bit of warmth, even with air conditioning circulating the Mall it was still better than the chill of the atmosphere outdoors. Dante would inevitably go to park somewhere and jerk off.

“Oh, my God! I’m freezing.” She shivered folding her arms over her chest, knowing her nipples were full tilt and slipping through the crocheted material. To make matters worse her areolas were much darker than both her flesh and her dress color. Seeing her quaking Zach stepped in behind her and hugged her, using his palms over her arms as friction. That led him to peel her arms away from her breasts for a bird’s eye view. Guys were definitely looking.

“No hiding, let people see you.”

“Daddy? I need that bail money you set aside for my college fund.” She giggled with an adjoining gasp. “This is crazy Zach. I love it.”

“They love you.” He throws his arms to his side drawing attention to them, then essentially bows before her Majesty Queen Cleopatra. Cleo primped at her wet hair and bit her lower lip as guys nodded and waved her way. Giddy at times, shy as they walked. Placing an arm around her waist he led them through the somewhat sparse gathering. Quite a good number of guys, half that ration women, if kids they were in strollers and unaware of what was before them. Zach did block the view of her near nudity when he felt it was required. Passing through the food court Zach looked around and spotted a boy with pink hair. He immediately knew the boy was Heidi’s optional curiosity, recalling her mention of him. In his thoughts he compared the boy to Billy Idol. Not too tall, skinny, and smug. Chuckling he looked further down and spotted Kayla; she had been blocking Heidi until they moved up in line.