Can’t blame them, the way she wears those yoga pants would make any man rock hard.Okay, let’s get back to the story. I was walking with Katie last... summer. We were both walking home from the baseball game and after having a few drinks at a local bar. We were only a few blocks away from home when two college students approached us. They asked if they could have a few minutes of our time, we were in a good mood so we agreed to listen.They started introducing themselves; Hello, my friend and I are. And found to my delight all fresh merchandise. I'd not seen any of these items. Not a one. I was a half-hour in---my cart held a bevy of delightful fashions when I noticed the same cart go by, back & forth a few times. I rarely looked up when this would happen, because making eye contact with the women would always lead me to give in and take off, allowing them to replace me.They never left out of courtesy when I'd push my cart in a like manner. They'd meet eye and sneer. I raised up and took a. She wasn’t exactly tiny but her small, slim frame, supporting perfectly shaped quite large breasts gave her a delicate almost fragile appearance, had their been anyone around to feel protective of her they undoubtedly would, charmed by the certainly not false air of innocence she carried so tightly around her. She was certainly quiet, having been taught privately since a young age therefore having never mixed with people of her own age, or any age for that matter besides her staid, uptight. No one answered. I checked the counter thinking maybe it was still there. Nothing. I looked behind the counter. I could still hear the girl and I was getting curious. Next to the counter was a hallway that had several doors. I figured they were tanning rooms. I decided to snoop around. My heart rate started to rise, thinking I could get caught. The first door was half-way open. It looked like the office. I justified going in thinking the guy put my card for safe keeping back there. That's when.