Post by abigail jane beckett on Mar 9, 2012 0:54:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] Work, though rewarding, was one of the biggest stresses in Abby's life. It wasn't that she didn't like her patients, most of them she loved. Anyone that could let a complete stranger that deep in to their lives, well they were what made her wake up in the morning. What was hard about the job was keeping all the secrets, and the patient's problems resting on her shoulders, once they dumped them off on her. She didn't mind encouraging them to relieve their stress through art, but she hated when they thought she was some kind of moron for prescribing art, instead of medication. After a week of conducting therapy for others, she had to give herself a moment of therapy. Although her's didn't really involve art, or medication It was retail therapy. Abigail believe firmly in the little chirp the debit card reader made when she swiped her card just right, and it told her that her bank account housed at least enough for a new pair of shoes. She loved the smell of the perfume counters, and of course the free Chinese Food samples in the food court. The mall might not be the coolest place in the world, but on an otherwise boring afternoon it was the epitome of perfection. There were women who ran to the grocery store after work, or to the gym for a quick workout, or even rushed to pick the kids up from school, but there were also women like Abby, the kind of women whose idea of errands was picking up some cute lingerie for her weekend. No Abigail didn't really have a reason for this shopping splurge, but in her mind the trip was over due. Normally Abigail would go for something like La Perla, but since Jacksonville was lacking in decent shopping options she'd stick with the old standard, Victoria Secret. You would have never guessed from the cinnamon-sugar pretzel, and Diet Coke in her hand, that she was a woman on a mission. A woman looking for something hot, and sexy to wear for her husband, or on the off chance that she got lucky with her personal ad on a website, then she could model them for some cute stranger. That seemed like a lot more fun anyways. Abby was not a normal woman in the respect that she'd sit around and wait for her husband to get home. There was a chance that he would cheat on her, so she decided very early in their marriage that she would beat him to the punch, and she had... Several times. Abby wasn't a slut, or anything like that. No, she was too classy for that kind of label, and she really was choosy with the men that she would pick, but she did sleep around. There really was no way to sugar coat it. She liked men, and men liked her. No matter how ridiculous that sounded. Abigail passed the insultingly pink, PINK side of the store, and quickly went in to the other entrance which was much more sleek, and sexy, and lacked the horrible feel of a candy store. In an actual candy store, the ambiance would have been fine, but in a store selling over priced panties to teenagers, she'd rather not be bothered with the polka-dots, and puppy dogs, when what she really wanted was, satin, and sex kitten. Abby expertly balanced her soda, and snack in one hand, as her other hand trailed over the fabric of some of the newer merchandise. A particularly feisty looking bra, and pantie set pulled her out of her bored funk, and she trailed right across the store in the direction of it, tossing her treats in a trash can so not to smudge anything, and get any angry looks from the saleswoman who was already eyeing her. The whole look, but don't touch thing was totally lost on Abby, she's a hands on kind of girl, and if she couldn't get a good feel for the item, she was not likely to buy it. So here she was, playing with the fabric, stretching it a little to see if it had a bit of give, and wouldn't cling to some of her less then flattering areas, and that it was sturdy enough, to stand up to anything she could throw at it. For ninety bucks, it had better. The saleswoman must have grown tired of Abby's destructive habits, and hurried over to her. "Can I get you a fitting room started?" she asked, although it seemed a bit more like she was insisting. Abby shrugged, and handed the woman the garment, before. Overbearing people usually irked Abby, but considering the store was pretty empty, she decided to just deal with the woman, and give her the chance to pass some time, and stop breathing down her neck. One thing Abby didn't want when she was shopping for lingerie, was to be interrupted by some creepy girl. After the girl had scurried off, Abby moved towards the thongs, and picking up a particularly lacy number, eyeing it carefully, before noticing a sign for buy two, get one. Suddenly her shopaholic instincts kicked in, and she got all sorts of caught up in picking out a few new pairs of unmentionables. notes, woo! first abby post! promise they'll get longer, still feeling her out! word count, 884 outfit, www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=45094468 thanks brooklyn from caution |
