Friday, September 22, 2006

A Day at the Mall

“Did you see that?” Lynn shrieked as she tugged hard on Michael’s arm nearly pulling it out of place.

“See what!?” He growled.

She had been pushing his buttons all day with her whining and pouting and Michael had nearly had all he was going to take.

“He just swatted her behind, not once, but twice!” Lynn squealed.

Just then Michael landed two hard swats to Lynn’s behind.

“Like that you mean?” Michael rumbled deeply.

Lynn yelped and looked wide eyed at Michael.

“What the hell was that?!”

“Hmmm, if you have to ask I’m certainly doing something quite wrong! I promise to correct this grievous error pronto little girl!”

Lynn looked at Michael as if he had two heads protruding off his shoulders. She yet to understand why he was so annoyed with her.

They had been out all day. Lynn had to buy a new dress for a work function that she was required to attend. Now Lynn isn’t a shopper in any way, shape or form. She despises it, has no patience for it and would rather knock anyone down that so much as even smiles at her. They argued the whole time they were getting ready to head out for the day; Lynn saying she wasn’t going to be in attendance, Michael saying she most certainly was. Lynn isn’t much of a people person period; she’d much rather be home, wrapped snug in Michael’s arms with his attention solely on her, and Lynn most certainly had his undivided attention before they left the house this morning.

Lynn’s whining earned her a brief stint over Michael’s knee for a warm, bare-bottomed, warning not long after she got out of bed. Apparently it was a bit too brief; although Lynn whooped and hollered like a wounded animal in the wild. She was quite adept at dramatization.

Now they were at the mall strolling down the hall. Lynn was trying everything she could to stay out of the dress shops; first she was whining that she was hungry, now it was that she had to use the little girl’s room.

Michael had Lynn firmly by the elbow.

“Of course you can go to the little girl’s room, little girl.”

Lynn eyed Michael warily. She didn’t like the tone in his voice combined with the term “little girl”.

“You best hope that no one is in there with you!”

Lynn gasped knowing exactly what Michael meant...

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