Like I would leave you in the lurch like that! Second chapter.

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Two hours later John and Monica were sat in the cab of his truck after having got the day off work and going their separate ways to change.

'So,' Monica began, 'Where do you want to go for this day out?'

'Dunno. What do you wanna do?'

'Well, there is one thing that always relaxes me.'

'And what's that?'

'Shopping!' John groaned and hit his head jokingly on the steering wheel, but he did pull the car away from the curb and head towards the closest shopping centre. Monica settled back into her seat, now looking forward to a day of retail therapy.

'Monica, this is the tenth clothes shop we have been in and you have yet to try on or buy one single thing.'

'Let me explain something to you,' she said as she moved to look at another rack of clothes, ' Women don't actually buy that many clothes. It all starts when you're a teenager. You start having your own money, but never enough and you end up spending hours in shops, admiring outfits you will never be able to afford and saving up to buy 'the' item which will change your life, only by the time you get enough money, it's out of fashion. This happens, say once a year, so that by the time you do have enough money to buy the clothes you want, when you want them, you have this mentality that you shouldn't 'cos you haven't got the money, even though you do. Got it?'

'No, but then I don't really care,' he picked a dress out of a row next to him, 'Here, how about this?' She gave him a look that made him put the dress down and shut up.

'Okay, I have some stuff to try on. Wanna watch?'

'What? Watch you change?'

'Yeah, you wish. I mean, do you want to see what they look like?'

'What else have I got to do?' Monica led the way to the changing rooms at the back of the store. Since it was a workday for the rest of the country there was no-one else there, so John was able to sit right outside her door on an over stuffed stool. John had already given his opinion on several suits and a couple of pairs of jeans when she announced that there was one more outfit left and they could go to lunch. His mood improved at this comment and he realised just how hungry he actually was. His hunger, however, was put to the back of his mind, when Monica came out of the cubicle in the last 'outfit'. It was a long flowing dress which hugged every curve and had tiny strap sleeves. It was a pale blue colour with a dark blue, contrasting section over her breasts. She grinned when she saw his face and struck a movie star like pose.

'You like?'

'Yeah, I like. I like a lot,' he looked her up and down, trying to remember this image.

'I thought I could wear it on a date somewhere,' she watched his face drop, 'Unless you want to take me out tonight?'

'Will you wear that?' he asked, visibly happier.

'If you ask me out.'

'Where do you want to go?' he asked quickly. She laughed and headed back into the tiny room to change.