“Help! I’m being robbed,” the woman cried out again. This time it was clear the voice was coming from the lingerie store behind Chad.Chad looked... reluctant to let Dave go, but the apparent ongoing crime took precedence. With a stern look the Mall Dog turned his back on Dave and rushed into the store to help the distressed woman.Breathing a sign of relief Dave doubled timed it towards the south entrance.On his jog back to the south entrance Dave passed the clothing store where he had lost his. ‘I knew you’d see sense.’Mandy took the lid off the pineapple, put ice in a glass, poured a liberal splash of Jack Daniels over the top and added a tiny drop of Pepsi. Patting the seat beside her, she held out the glass to Simon. ‘Come and sit down.’Simon sat, took the glass from her and swigged. The liquid burned the back of his throat. He should have added more Pepsi but, fuck it, he wanted to get smashed.‘So, go on,’ Mandy said, draining yet another drink. Obviously, she was an expert at. . I didn't mean to say that sir!" she said covering her mouth. "Don't be embarrassed Anna . . . I think you look very hot in that outfit too. Do me a favor and stand up on the coffee table for me would you?" he asked pointing to the marble structure that was partially covered with dishes of candy. "Huh?" she asked looking back up at his face. "I need a little closer look at your ballerina outfit. I'm very impressed by the material. Here let me help you up," he said facing her and quickly. "At least she doesn't need goto the hospital," my father said."So your son punched her?" the doctor said."Yeah," my father said, "he said that she was talking back to him. He losthis temper and punched her. He's lucky that he didn't send her to thehospital or he'd be in deeper shit than he is in already. He knows that Idon't want to spend any more than have to on her and that I sure as helldon't need her in the ER."Talked back? I don't remember talking back. All I remember was getting mybrother.