The Mall was always dead late on Saturday nights. The last few customers normally rolled into the shoe store about eight o'clock. After that came the longest hour of the day. The last hour before the store closed, when the clock seemed to tick at half speed and time almost stood still.
At about a quarter till nine, a woman strolled into the store. She was a tall brunette dressed in a short black mini-dress and matching high heels. Her dress was just long enough to avoid scandal, while managing to turn heads as she wisped about.
Brandon, the salesman, was struck when he first saw her. She had a fresh face, long silky hair, and glossy red lips. Her eyes were large and green and were outlined in thick liner.
She had a thin but athletic build. Her breasts were not large but ample, and her legs were long and slender. Her body was well toned probably from regular exercise. It was apparent that this girl took good care of herself, in every way. Her bare arms and thighs were tight and lean; the soft muscles of her legs shined with a bronze tan and disappeared into her short dress.