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She knelt in front of me, and then slowly ran her hand along the inside of my thigh, keeping her eyes locked on mine the entire time. As the back side of her fingers grazed against the tip of my cock, she raised both eyebrows slightly.

She glanced at my crotch – which was where her fingertips rested – and widened her eyes.

I looked away and forced out an exaggerated sigh.

Her chest barely cleared mine as she stood. With her face merely inches from mine, she let out a slight breath and then took half a step back.

She reached forward and gripped my biceps lightly. “Sorry, I kind of stumbled.”

Her eyes darted from my arms to my chest, and then to my face. “You’re big.”

Normally, I would have taken her into the dressing room with me and stuffed her full of dick.

Instead, I felt like I’d been molested.

I found her actions and attitude beyond annoying. Convinced I was cheating on my promise to my father, and on my commitment to myself to become more honorable, I looked for an opportunity to fix it.

There was only one way out.

“I didn’t come here to get molested,” I said matter-of-factly. I pulled my arms away from her grasp and crossed them. “I came here for a pair of jeans.”

She swallowed heavily.

I looked at my watch. “I’ve got six minutes.”

Her face blushed bright red. “I was just--”

“Can you grab me some jeans? Please?”

She let out a sigh. “Relaxed fit? Casual? Loose? Straight?”

“I’ve got a date.” I shrugged.

“What will she be wearing?”

“Jeans.” I thought about it, considered that we’d be riding on the bike, and nodded. “Jeans, or shorts.”

She smiled. “Describe her.”

“She hates men, but she’s giving me a chance.” I shrugged one shoulder. “She’s got an adorable smile and brown eyes. But, she’s quick to talk shit. It’s our first date. Whatever you think would look nice.”

She returned with six pairs of jeans and three folded tee shirts. “Take a look at those. The Ralph Lauren’s will fit nice, and the True--”

“You got a dressing room?”

“Let me get a key.”

She walked away.

I glanced at my watch.

Fuck!

I needed to leave.

I checked over each shoulder, and then looked around. There were a few people scattered about, but otherwise, the large store was empty. Still hidden between the two SALE racks, I kicked off my boots, unbuckled my belt, and dropped my jeans to the floor.

I’d never been a modest man.