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Victoria winked at him as she tugged on a short little silken gown with halter top and little lace trim, slipping into his lap, kissing him lightly.



" I know you would.... However, I'd like to actually make it out of here, with these things, rather then not."



She purred softly, nuzzling and kissing at him lightly, referring to the fact she doubted if they broke in the dressing room, that once out, they'd be allowed to make their purchase still.

Lot placed his hands on her hips and kissed her back.



"Pip, you're cruel." He groaned, not really going to volunteer to stand up first.

" No, cruel would be much worse then what I'm doing."



She replied softly, slipping free from his hold and modeling a few more things to get his say before dressing once more and picking up the things that ahd made it to the ' keep' pile.

Lot finally slipped out of the dressing room and walked up to the counter. The little saleslady was throwing him evil looks all the while until he finally responded.



"Look, if I wanted to defile your changing room, then I would certainly make a lot more noise doing it." To this the woman looked horrified and scurried off to the staff room in the back. Lot simply laughed to himself.

As the comment was made, Victoria was walking out, and ehr jaw dropped slightly as she had the last ten or so outfits wrapped and packaged for sale, as she then realized somethign as she reached for where she normally kept her card. c.r.a.p.

Lot just stood there at the counter staring at Elizabeth for a minute. He didn't say anything until it dawned on him.



"Oh. Huh." The man reached and pulled out his wallet, producing a lovely piece of plastic. His, of course.



"This what you're looking for?"

Looking at it a moment, she shook her head slowly. No, she was looking for her card....Where on earth had she left the thing? She always kept it on her, never set it out of her sight for a second, why of all the dumb things- her thoughts stopped in an instant. Double dang it.



" I guess."



She replied allowed, still not sure what the heck to do about her card... probably talk him into taking her to a bank of her's ( If they had one in this country.) and reporting all the right bs.....

When everything was rung up at the counter, there were quite a few numbers to the sum, but he just absently handed her the card.



"Do you need a receipt?" Lot just shook his head as she handed him the slip of paper to sign. Here was an interesting fact. His handwriting was perfect.

MOving over to her master slowly, snuggling up under his arm, she looked up at him cutely. ... while they were at it....



" I'd like shoes that fit right too."



she purred softly, not to mention, pants, and perhaps everything else that was more to her style and preference......let's see how far she could push it... if nothing else, she could always reply to the ' spending my money' complaint with the fact she could just as easily spend her's, with his help......

Lot raised a brow.



"You're acting like I'm your sugar daddy." Yet he was walking towards the shoe store anyhow. He wasn't really sure why or how, but there was a tiny sort of pleasure that he was getting out of this.

" No, cause I can't find my card.... We could always find one of my banks and solve the problem."



She purred, nuzzling and kissing at him softly before unleashing herself upon the store when she realized he wasn't really cross with her, and just teasing.

"There are only local banks in this area. It is a very... secluded community. It would be a good week's worth of phone calls and paperwork to have the funds transferred." It was an absent statement.



Lot stood there in front of the sock display for a while, examining how many different patterns they had.

" Just pointing out a fact, master."





Of course, the last bit was add in a next to nonexistant tone, as she really had no clue whether that was allowed, legally in this country, or better yet, if he wanted to everyone she was store bought, so to speak.

Lot didn't make any sort of reaction that would have identified a like or dislike as to the address, but he did turn with a box in his hands. The man was rather intuitive and for what he wasn't, then he was observant. He was holding a pair of high heels. They were shorter and a little thicker than a true stiletto, and they had ribbons attached - one to cross the toes and a longer one to lace up the leg. He set the silver colored shoes beside Elizabeth.

Eyes sparkling when he came over, she smiled and moved to kiss his cheek before going about trying on the shoes, then proceeded to try on the tower she had, the one's he'd found, in the small ( Slowly growing) Keep pile.

Lot looked at the stack, appraising it before taking the next box from the girl and putting it back on the shelf.



"I think that is about it. Remember, whatever is bought has to be carried back through the woods."

Pouting, ever so slightly, she glanced to the stack and nodded as she considered what he said. Too many more, would be an overly large burden, for either of them to deal with.

Lot began to pile up the stack into neater ones, pulling out one box and tossing it aside, commenting that only hookers would wear them. He picked up a smaller stack, leaving the larger one for the girl.



"Come along." Nonchalant plastic. No receipt. Perfect signature.

Without comment she followed after him, along with her boxes.... and one pair stuck on her feet, alot more comfortable now.

Lot looked at her and then at the car. He sighed.



"Are you satisfied?" This was slowly losing the luster. Still tolerable, but dulling.

Catching his tone, she stopped, biting her lip, honestly, she'd like clothes that felt more like her own, and she didn't know when he'd take her out from the house again, however....



Victoria nodded slowly, still biting her lip as she followed after her master.

Lot was just packing the last of the goods into the car, ready to hop in and drive off when something occurred to him. He sighed as he closed the trunk. Begrudgingly he sat down and turned to face the girl.



"You didn't eat much at the theater..."

Looking up at him, she nodded slowly.



" I'm fine though."



she purred, kissing his cheek.



" I know you wanna head home. I can eat there."



she explained softly.

Lot just looked at her, letting his thought process to her.



"If I get food out here, then I don't have to buy groceries as soon." He started the car.

Victoria merely shrugged.



" which ever you'd prefer."



she replied to him simply.

Lot drove, muttering something about how McDonald's was horrible for your heart and so on and so forth. He ended up in the drive thru for Ridkle's. Like... the local version of Fazoli's.

Firguring he'd order whatever he'd like for her, as was typically his habit, she moved to crawl into the back seat and enjoy the few bags she'd put in the car.

Lot produced a styrofoam box filled with a very interesting sort of noodle and sauce. It was a typical of this region. It was milk-based, but it had a very interesting mixture. It was one of the only things that wasn't drenched in garlic here.



"Here you go." And then he began the drive back, leaving her to do as she pleased back there.

Silently she ate in the back seat, wondering where his mood switch happened, however, she did deam he wasn't being too bad yet, and as long as she was careful, and watched herself, she might be able to keep it that way for a little bit.

Lot stopped the car in the normal, unspecific spot on the dirt road. He turned back and looked at Elizabeth for a long time. It seemed like he was going to say something, at least for a second or two, but then the man seemed to change his mind. Lot climbed out of the car and tossed the keys into the seat.



"Shoes or intimates?" He began to pull things out of the back of the car.

" I'll carry the lingerie."



She purred softly, grabbing the bags easily, looking him over before silently waiting to follow behind.

One could almost see the vein in Lot's throat throb. The man picked up both stacks of boxes, balancing them with great care as he began walking. Like normal, it was completely silent except for their footsteps.



"Don't fall."

Glancing to her master, she hesitated before unable to stop herself, she spoke, barely above a whisper.



" what did I do wrong now?"



She hadn't meant a thing... but she wasn't blind. She could tell he was trying.... but trying too hard... she'd done something, ....... again...

Lot turned around now, looking at her with something that neared genuine surprise.



"Nothing." It was kind of the truth too. He was so frustrated that she chose to carry the easy stuff. It was something else. Like... something in the past. He wasn't entirely sure.

Biting her lip lightly, she slowly decided to explain the only thing she could figure to be the problem...



" I picked the clothes because there are so many boxes and bags that they are alot more awkward and annoying to carry... You seemed annoyed with me already, so I didn't want it to get worse."



She explained softly, looking him over, apology clear on her face if she'd misthought.

Lot just stared at her. And then, he did a typical Lot thing.



"Fine." And then the turned and almost ran straight into a tree. One box fell off the stack and he just stared at it.

Shifting, she moved and picked up the box and shoved it in one of her bags, and returned to her silent following, still feeling bad he wasn't happy, as, up until recently she was starting to feel a bit better with life.

As they broke through the forest wall to the living clearing, Lot paused for a minute.



"Do you fish?" His eyes rested on the shimmering lake. Random? Nah.

" Not to eat, but for fun."



She replied, recalling when her dad would take her with Kyle and they'd always complain as she'd release them while they weren't looking.

Lot nodded approvingly.



"I don't eat them either." Really now. Go figure. He passed on by the shimmering water, funny thing was that there were no fish in sight. must have been at the other end. The man wanted to put the boxes down inside.