The Rules Of Redemption

CHAPTER #10: What a prick.

"Nah that one makes you look like a slut." Miles says, not even trying to be a rude prick, it just happens naturally I'm pretty sure.

"What, how?!" I ask overly loudly.

"Well it's very simple actually, you don't normally look slutty and then when you put that dress on you do. Mind blown am I right?"

You know, I feel like I may have over used the term, 'I want to kill him' just a tad. So instead let's put it this way, I hope with all my might that when we get home tonight Miles walking into the bathroom to go pee and steps in a puddle of water with his socks on.

I know that's harsh even for me, but you were all thinking it as well.

I've already tried on about eight dresses already and he's had a negative comment to say about every one of them.

What a prick.

"Al right you know what you are absolutely no help so I'm not gonna ask your opinion any more, I'll be back soon, just be ready to run the fuck out of here with me after the alarms go off." I say to him, sauntering away in what I now realise is actually a pretty skanky dress.

I didn't notice while I was putting it on, but now that I'm walking passed mirrors I practically have to pull it back down over my ass every step I take.

Huh maybe the moron was right for once.

I begin searching the shelves for something that's smack dab in the middle of Amish and a prostitute.

Oh god look what you've created.

Well actual he didn't do this, no this is the result of years drugs, drinking and abuse.

Bingo! I have found the dress, it's a gorgeous tight black dress, with lacy black sleeves and an open back.

Oh yeah I am most definitely getting laid tonight.

I quickly walk towards the shoe section and it doesn't take too long for me to find an equally nice pair of shoes to match.

The ones I picked out are about four inches tall and completely black except for a thin silver stripe down the front of them.

I race towards the dressing room with my outfit in hand and the second the door's shut i begin stripping off Miles' dirty ass clothes and replacing them with my outfit of pure fabulousness.

I look over myself in the mirror a few times and dayumn I look good, real good....and my ego has returned.

Al right time to see how well I can run in four inch heels. Times like this I could really use some Dutch courage, but oh well it should be more amusing sober.

I strut out of the dressing room towards Miles talking on the phone. He doesn't notice me for a few moments but then becomes aware of my presence when I clear my throat in front of him.

His jaw drops to the floor and he's staring at me mouth a gap, clearly suddenly distanced from the phone call.

I jab my thumb behind me towards the exit doors, signalling that it's time to hmmm how do I put this... get the fuck out.

"What your grandma died, that's tragic but I got to go um shave my toes." He says in a rush to the person on the other end of the phone as I stand here in shock of what I just heard.

I just cringed more watching him try to lie than I cringe when I see little twelve year olds on musically.

"What the fuck? That's tragic i need to shave my toes?" I ask him like he's absolutely retarded...well he is.

He takes a while to answer me because he's too busy scanning his hungry eyes up and down the length of my body, making sure to linger on my legs and cleavage.

When he does finally reply the dumb fuck tries to blame it on me.

"It's your fault, you distracted me!" He replies defensively.

"What, how the fuck is it my fault your nose grows like Pinocchio when you lie?" I quiz in annoyance.

The idiot's attention is once again drawn to my tits and it's starting to piss me off. I let out a loud huff of irritation and shake my head at the dick head. "Al right can we just leave?" I request impatiently.

"That's rich coming from you, I've been sat here waiting for you for the past hour, Tom probably thinks you stabbed me and threw me in a ditch somewhere."

Huh, surprisingly that's not at all the craziest thing I've heard today.

"Pffft lil Tom wouldn't think that, he loves me and I don't blame him. I mean, I am pretty great."

"Yeah , yeah come on." He instructs, taking my hand and pulling me along with him towards the exit. he stops about twenty metres away from it to ask me something.

"Do we have a plan or are we just going to say you're my special sister that didn't know what she was doing when we get asked why we stole a few hundred dollars worth of designer clothes?"

"Simple, we just don't get caught."

"Why do I get the feeling you've done this before?" He asks in an unsure tone.

"Why do I get the feeling you haven't? Oh yeah that's right, it's because you sound like an afraid pussy."

I take hold of his hand again and then we're off, running through the automatic sliding doors towards the escalator.

Several alarms started going off the second we left the shop and it didn't take too long till we had the mall security chasing after us. What didn't help though is the fact that the building was three stories and for some ridiculous reason I picked the top level to steal from.

I'm pretty sure that between me laughing at the top of my lungs, Miles panting like it's going out of style, all the gasps from onlookers and the security on our ass yelling at us we were definitely making a scene.

But isn't that expected when Miles and I are together?