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... paranoid at my attention. "I told you, I've got an appointment at eight that I can't miss. If you want a ride to the mall, you'd better be ready in fifteen minutes." "What appointment?" I asked as her eyes returned to the screen. (Clickety-clickety-click) "The garage." (Clickety-clickety-clickety) "I thought the car was fixed," I casually challenged. More irritated, she quickly replied, "They had to order parts, would you please get your ass in gear?" "Al-right, jeez!" I was mostly ready anyway, save for finishing up with my hair, black like my father's and a little shorter than hers where it rested at my shoulders, and the choice of an outfit suitable to cruising the mall with my friends. I chose a pair of black capris leggings with a pink T shirt that was long enough to just barely cover the bottom of my shapely, fit posterior. The V neck wasn't quite as low as I would have wanted, but I'd never get anything lower past Mom's critical inspection and it still looked great on me. A wide, black belt with a big, round, gold buckle accentuated my hips and a pair of zebra striped Mary-Jane heels finished my look perfectly. Checking this ensemble in the mirror, I wished I'd inherited Mom's boob size along with the bright green eyes that looked back at me, but my perky Cs looked fabulous in that top and went with my athletic hips very well. I wasn't quite as tall or voluptuous as my mother, but I was happy and comfortable with my body and enjoyed showing it off. I gave myself a ...

... little smile as I considered bringing another top in order to do an end-run around the fashion gestapo downstairs, but I didn't want to be weighed down with a pack. Grabbing my small, rectangular, black clutch instead, I left my room just as said gestapo yelled at me to hurry, or I'd be left behind. As it was, she shook her head slightly, rolling her eyes in silent disapproval of my outfit, but I pretended not to notice, practically skipping past her, through the kitchen and to the adjoined garage. By the time she was beside me in the driver's seat of her red coupe, whatever it was that had her so distracted had removed my appearance from her mind and, by the time she turned out onto the street, I was back to wondering at that. I surreptitiously watched her nervously tapping the steering wheel with her index finger as she drove, nibbling at the inside of her lower lip, and my curiosity finally got the better of me. "So, what's eating you?" I asked with indifference in my tone. "What?" she replied, a little startled at first, as though she'd forgotten I was even there. "Something's on your mind." "Why do you say that?" she asked, clearly defensive now. "Because there is. I can tell." "There's nothing on my mind," she lied. "Sure," I sarcastically agreed, half interestedly checking out a cute guy walking down the sidewalk as we passed. "I'm worried about the car and how much it'll cost," she lied again. "Uh huh," I laughed. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were going out on ...