Disclaimer: I understand Hart Hanson and FOX have ownership rights to all 'Bones' concepts, characters, and dialog. This is intended to be simple Fan Fiction for the enjoyment of the author and any readers.

Saturday – July 14, 2012

Pheasant Lane Mall

Nashua, New Hampshire

"Your, ah car is quieter than David's, "Emily commented as she glanced around at the soft beige leather interior of Angela's BMW as they cruised north on Route 3 to New Hampshire. She had also noticed that the seat was a little more comfortable and it had been easier to get into than the mustang. It was higher, more upright, she could see better.

Angela grinned, "Sweetie, it's the difference between a boy toy and the ultimate driving machine." Then she laughed, "David's turned his mustang into even more of a boy toy with the changes he's had done to it since he got it. It wasn't originally so loud and rough. But, that's what he likes so, whatever…" she shrugged.

Emily looked quizzically around at the BMW, "so this is the best driving machine?"

"Oh, no, you have to get it right, 'the ultimate driving machine," Angela laughed again, "That's what the BMW advertisers say, I like the car, that's why I bought it, but I'm sure a few other car makers and people would disagree." Angela glanced at Emily again and smirked, "Enough, stupid car talk, we have to listen to too much of it with the guys… girl talk now! Shopping! So, this is my plan for us. We hit the good stores, I know which ones, don't worry, we'll get you some really hot stuff.

Emily looked at Angela's outfit; jeans, sandals, and a tight revealing top. Then she looked at her outfit; jeans, sandals and similar but less revealing top. She hesitated just a second, and then grinned, "Ok!"

"Great!" Angela grinned back thinking, she's turning into a twenty-first century woman faster than I would have thought. Let's see how she reacts to this. "I made an appointment for us at a great spa place. It will be a great way to relax after shopping, plus we'll be all hot for the guys tonight."

"What happens at a spa place?"

"Oh, it's where you have your hair styled, your nails cut and polished, a facial and a massage."

Emily was suddenly concerned, "what is a massage?"

"Oh, it's when someone rubs your body, hasn't David given you a massage yet?"

Emily face instantly turned as red as a tomato as she recalled how and where David's hands rubbed her body and how it felt. "I do not want anyone else touching me like that!"

Angela glanced over at the outburst and raised an eyebrow, "so I guess David has given you a very nice massage, hum?" she smirked to herself while thinking it must have been something for that reaction. She then proceeded to explain in detail exactly what each process involved and that it was all very pleasant and most women thought it was all a wonderful luxury to be enjoyed. Emily listened questioned and in the end agreed.

Minutes later they exited the highway and entered the Mall packing area. By 10:15 they were through the entrance and into the mall. First stop, Victoria's Secret. Emily thought this was an odd name for a shop and then her eyes took in the garments.

"So," Angela asked as she turned to Emily, "do you know what size you… no, I don't think you do… OK, hum…"Angela glanced at Emily chest, and then started looking for a store clerk. After a few seconds of creative conversation with the clerk, Emily was directed to a fitting room and was measured. A size was determined to a slight rise of one eyebrow from Angela and the shopping began.

Emily remembered the breakfast conversation. Angela had insisted that she should be open to the modern styles and assured her that they would find things that were both fashionable and modest enough if she was willing to be a little open minded. David agreed with Angela, but also told her she didn't have to wear clothing she was not comfortable with. Emily chewed on her lip for a moment and decided these garments were for under other clothing. No one would see them but her… and David. Fine. Five minutes later, Emily was getting confused. There were too many choices. Angela's running commentary was not very helpful. Too much babble about colors and shape or style as she called it. She did not understand why there were so many colors and, ah, styles for a garment that was not seen?

"Angela, I do not understand all the different colors and styles I would just like something comfortable. White would be fine. I do not need to spend extra money on fancy undergarments. " Emily sighed.

"Sweetie, colors and style aren't usually the determinates of the price, it more quality or just name brand, sometimes. You do have a point though, white or beige is better for everyday because they are light and are less likely to show through light colored or thin blouses. Ok, let's do this, let's pick a bunch of different styles and you try them on and you can decide what you like or what's most comfortable, ok?"

Another five minutes and they were headed into a dressing room with almost a dozen different styles. After a length of time with Emily trying all the different bras with Angela's assistance and explanations about fit and how to adjust for the best fit, they found a winner. Back out in the store, they were picking through the rack of the winner looking for more white/beige in Emily's size when she spotted a corset over toward the back of the store.

"Angela, a corset," Emily pointed. "I should probably get a couple."

"Why, would you want a corset?" Angela questioned. "I didn't think David was into them."

"Why would David be interested?" Emily questioned.

"Sweetie, that's the only reason a women with your shape would wear a corset… because her man 'liked' them." Angela arched her eyebrow at Emily.

"I don't know what that mean?"

Angela rolled her eyes at the comment. "I know, let's look at those instead…"

Emily's eyes followed Angela's finger and soon widened at what they took in. A set of semi-transparent baby dolls soon became the subject of a length discussion. Angela quickly felt like a sex therapist as she explained the male need for visual sexual stimuli. Emily suddenly paused in the debate and remembered David's comments about wanting to wash her hair, about wanting to carry her wrapped around him; he referred to these things as 'sexy', plus the look on his face when she stepped out of the bathroom in his t-shirt. She also remembered the 'delight' activities that followed. Sexy, hum… she debated in her mind.

She slowly smiled. "Ok," she glanced at the odd woman shaped thing the garment was displayed on and then turned to Angela's surprised face, "what color do you think David would like best?"

The final discussion was at a large table full of an unbelievable variety of panties.

"I have seven that David bought me last Saturday at Target." Emily defended while remembering David's comments about most women have many more.

"Target?" Angela rolled her eyes. "That's fine, but you should have a few nice ones, fun ones, sexy ones. "She paused and smirked, "remember, visual stimuli…"

Emily huffed, "Ok," and started to pick through the pile.

Angela held up a black thong, "How about this?" and wagged her eyebrows.

Emily gasped and stared at some string attached to a small triangle of cloth, "Why, wear that? It is as though you were wearing nothing at all…" she muttered.

Angela chuckled, "it's really not very comfortable… but then again, once David saw you in it, you wouldn't be wearing it for very long…" she smirked as she tossed it back in the pile.

A few minutes later Emily had picked a few 'sexy' panties to add to her purchases. One pair had words on the back that Emily did not understand. Angela insisted that she get it and told her that David would explain the words to her. Emily was hesitance as she noticed the look on Angela's face, but took them anyway.

Next stop was the first in a series of shops that had a large variety of women's dresses, suits and separates, at least that was Angela's description. The next couple of hours were spent in and out of these shops with Emily trying on what seemed dozens of dresses, plus clothing items very similar to the attire that Angela wore to her work. The entire experience was an almost constant discussion with Angela lobbing for short hemlines and more skin showing on top. Emily resisted but found the same problem as with David the week earlier, there were very few long dresses that were not so revealing at the top. The few dresses with collars and shelves were very short, exposing most of her legs! Emily ended up with a couple of professional suits with mid length skirts which she felt more comfortable wearing in public. With coordinating blouses, Angela conceded that they were a good compromise and very professional.

Next shoes. Emily just could not understand why anyone would wear shoes so uncomfortable and made you so much taller by forcing you to walk around on your tip toes because of a tall very narrow heel. She did find a pair of boots that had a shorter and wider heel and were long enough to reach almost to the hem line of the suit skirts. They were added to the day's purchases. In the back of one of the stores Angela spied a clearance rack with jeans.

"Let's check these out, maybe we can find some longs," she explained as she started to poke through the variety of jeans on the round rack. "Petite, regular, regular, shit, petite, long, crap an eleven, regular, regular,"Angela mumbled as she pushed pair after pair around on the rack. Emily just stood, not sure if she should help or where to begin. "Fuck yeah! A three long! Here!" Angela yanked the pair off the rack and thrust them at Emily and went back to the rack. "Nine, fourteen, nine, eleven, five, hum, shit regular, five, hum, long! Here, hold these for me…" and a second pair was pulled from its spot and passed to Emily.

Emily held up the first pair to herself. They were long enough in the legs but the waist was too, um, short? They would barely cover the top of her bottom. She shook her head as she studied the odd designs sewn into the pockets on the back.

"White! And it's a three long prefect!" Angela exclaimed and struggled to untangle the overlapping hanger.

Ten minutes later an ecstatic Angela babbled on about what a fantastic find, four pair of three longs and a couple of one longs for Emily to try and four pairs of five longs for her to try as they headed to the dressing rooms.

Half hour later they were on the way to the checkout line. Emily had three pair of jeans, the white, a lighter blue and another darker blue and Angela had two. The ragged cut pair had been rejected.

"No, it makes no sense…" Emily responded.

"But, it's the in style… and they looked hot on you!" Angela explained exasperated.

"I do not care; I will not spend so much money on clothing that looks to need to be mended before I have even worn it once." Emily continued, while thinking, with all the holes in them, why would they be hotter that the other jeans.

Angela rolled her eyes, while thinking the writers on 'Bones' would have material for a show or two with all their debates today. "It's fine, it's your choice." She sighed.

A quick run to the car to unload all the bags into the trunk and they were back in the mall at the food court.

"So, what kind of food do you want to try," Angela asked as she watched Emily stunned face at the numbers of different food choices.

"I, I, do not know, there are too many to pick…" Emily eyes traveled around as her nose took in the multitude of new and different aromas. Over the next few minutes they walked around the food court and were offered samples by many of the different shops which was very helpful for Emily. She was surprised that there was one item she did not care for at all. Soon, a decision was made and they settled into chairs around a small table and enjoyed a lunch break. Conversation was fun, full of laughing and joking and sly comments about some of the people that wandered by. Soon it was time for the spa appointment.

Despite Emily's concerns and reservations, the spa treatment went well. The massage was very odd. Fortunately, as Angela had assured her, it was a woman who rubbed nice smelling oil on her back, neck, arms and legs and rubbed it in rather roughly at times. She was thinking David had been gentler when he rubbed her body. She was very relieved the woman did not massage the areas of her body that David seemed to take a special interest in when he provided a massage. She soon realized while both activities were called massage the end purpose was very different. She finished by rubbing a series of sweet smelling cool creams on her face.

Having her hair washed by a man she did not know made her very nervous. Then Emily was a little upset when the 'trim' of her hair turned into almost two feet of the length cut. It now ended at her mid back. While her hair was being done a small woman sat beside her and worked on her finger nails and then her toe nails with various odd metal tools. Followed by a semi-clear white liquid covering her nails, she was not sure what the liquid was, it looked somewhat like whitewash for building protection.

The final stop of the day was a large store that Angela said carried a full line of cosmetics and would advise on the best makeup for her.

"Angela, are you sure? In my time only women of ill repute would paint their faces." Emily whispered while glancing at the area where Angela was directing her.

"It's different now, most women wear makeup, it helps keep the skin health and protects from the sun. Plus, it makes you look good; you don't think I look like this naturally do you?" Angela gestured to her face and smirked.

Emily was stunned as she studied Angela's face a little closer than she had before. She had notice Angela's skin was almost perfect and her full dark eye lashes, but she had just thought she was lucky, now? "Ok, I'll try it."

Emily was pleased with most of the experience, but the little brushes very closer to her eyes made her very wary. Just as the cosmetologist finished she stepped back to show Emily the result in a mirror, then suddenly her eyes got big and a slight gasp escaped her lips. "Whoa, you look just like Emily Deschanel from 'Bones'."

Emily froze for a second. Not knowing what to say. Not wanting to have another discussion about it.

"Oh, yeah, she gets it all the time," Angela suddenly stated. "Especially with makeup…" Angela continued in a smooth delivery and a light chuckle for effect.

Later on the way out to the car with a complete supply of suggested cosmetics, Emily spoke up, "Why did you pay for these things?"

Angela glanced back at the store, "I didn't think we needed make her even more curious by you paying with your card."

"Why would… Oh!"

Back at the Condo, Angela only stayed long enough to help carry the bags up from the car and was soon off to Jack's place.

Emily lost track of how many 'wows' David said every time he looked at her. Up in the bedroom she tried on all her purchases to an additional series of 'wows'. When she had shown him all her purchases and he had complimented her on everything she pulled out the panties with the words on the back.

"Angela said I should buy these, but I do not know what the words refer to, they make no sense… she said you would explain." Emily looked at his face expecting a calm response.

"Ahh…oh, yes!" David responded.

Emily was confused first by his answer, but more so by his face. She was surprised. It actually looked like he was blushing.