Stories, Thoughts and Snippets
A Day Out 1 A Day Out 2 A Day Out 3 A Day Out 4
Though I did have a clear directive in mind, I would have been doing a disservice to all those artists and craftsman that had labored so painstakingly to fill the marketplace with every imaginable variety of product if I had merely strolled straight through. Magazines and videos veritably leapt from the shelves at me, adorned with images of such beautiful creatures that it made my life better simply to know that they existed, whether or not I found the funds to bring them home with me. Toys and tools, oils, lubricants, literature, and lingerie; immaculate in their display, all whispered to me of their potential to improve my relations with my loving wife, which in truth had of late been floundering somewhat.With eyes sadly elated at the knowledge that my excuse for remaining had vanished I looked upon that which had brought me here. A device of some renown, which I had lusted after ceaselessly since its introduction to the market some thirteen months before. Unfortunately, it had remained well beyond the grasp of my meager clerks wages. However, as providence would have it, only the day before, in the post came one of my monthly subscriptions containing an advertisement for a years-end sale, with such price reductions as to boggle the mind, for certainly items sold as such a price would leave the proprietors penniless before days end.
The sale had indeed drawn the masses and it looked as though the stock of the higher end pieces had already been badly ravished. Fortunately there remained an ample selection of my desired purchase. With careful hands and growing anticipation I carried my prize to the clerk. The clerk was a portly man of indeterminable age, wearing his hair far longer than I thought fashionable for a man and pulled back from his face into a ponytail entirely unlike that which adorned my sweet daughters head. The clerk wrapped my purchase with less expediency than I would have liked, and made a half-hearted attempt to convince me to consider purchasing one of the numerous battery powered vaginas, which rested on a shelf behind me. And though in truth I would not have minded in the least taking a moment from my time to peruse his wares further, I simply could not allow myself to press the generosity of the kind woman who watched over my daughter.
My package securely in hand I stepped through the door and back into the brisk air. A quick turn of my head sufficed to tell me that the woman and my daughter were no longer standing exactly where I had left them, which did not concern me overly, for it would have been a most natural step for the woman to seek out a place of greater shelter from the elements wherein she could await my return.
A more thorough search left me certain that she was nowhere on the street and I began making quick checks into local establishments where the two of them might have gone to await me in comfort. The character of this particular neighborhood, as the first passing stranger noted, did ensure there were relatively few locations friendly to a girl of my princess' age and disposition, which made it much easier for me to check them all. Finding them in none I began to inquire with others who looked as though they may have been in the street, and had the opportunity to observe the direction the woman and my daughter had taken.