DIRTY PANTIES ...and other thrilling tales of my sex ... - Lannie Rose

Section 1 - Lannie’s Adventures - 9how cute I looked, and to check surreptitiously whether I wasattracting any unwanted attention. Well, I should have beenlooking straight ahead, because a fellow walked right up andstarted talking to me. He was almost as tall as me, lanky, andappeared to be in his mid-thirties. He wore his curly, blonde hairrather short and had probably not bothered to comb it when heskipped shaving that morning. He was clad in jeans and a T-shirt, your basic Saturday casual attire. A weak chin and a verynervous attitude detracted from his otherwise good looks.“Excuse me, do you know where I can find a decentrestaurant?” he asked, without making direct eye contact.“No!” I snapped as I tried to make my way briskly past him.“So are you just out shopping?” he persisted.“Yes.”“Would you like to have lunch or maybe a drink?”“No.”“So I guess you just want to be left alone?”“Yes!” While he stood there a little bit stunned by thebluntness of my reply, I managed to get past him and flee into thesanctuary of a nearby Sears store.Using the oldest dodge in the book, I located the women’srestroom and went in. I stayed a little longer than necessary. AsI left the restroom area, I carefully scouted my environs. Thepesky guy was nowhere to be seen. To further obscure my trail, Itook the escalator down to the ground floor, where I convenientlyfound myself in the women’s clothing department. I lookedaround and saw neither the guy nor any clothes that appealed tome.As I headed back out into the mall, I was startled to find theguy suddenly walking in lock step next to me. He had cleverlystaked out the women’s clothing department, figuring I wouldwind up there.“Oh, here’s my stalker again!” I said brightly to him.This seemed to take him aback, as he apparently hadn’trealized he was stalking me. After a moment he regained whatlittle composure he had ever had. In a low, confidential voice, he