Murder in the alley

“He is eager to mark and mate, don’t worry baby, I have control.” He walks me to the changing room and releases me.

“Finish doing your thing, I’ll be just out here. He takes a seat next to Lottie and folds one ridiculously long leg over the other, reclining in the chair with a frustrated sigh. I try everything Lottie picked and do a little turn in each one. I leave it up to the two of them to decide which ones to get or reject.

Lottie’s excitement is contagious and Zanders words and looks of appreciation build my confidence with every outfit change. By the time I’m finished there is a substantial pile of assorted clothing on the counter. Zander insisted on several pairs of shoes, more than I’ll ever wear, there must be about 10 pairs, some of them are hard to walk in, I look like a new born lamb stumbling around, but Lottie claims I’ll get used to it with practice.

“Let’s take these back to the car before we head to the next place.” Zander suggests from behind the stack of shoe bo