Brent swung the 'Vette into a parking space far from the entrance and away from the other cars. Taylor frowned seeing where they were in the scheme of things.

"Well, what the fuck?" She asked looking around. Brent pulled out the keys and started to get out of the car. Taylor grabbed his arm. "Why the hell did you park two towns away?" She scolded. Brent looked over at her and with a very straight face and a sigh explained to her that his car did NOT sit next to other cars and risk being 'dented' or 'keyed' or "any of that shit." Then he got out of the car and shut the door behind him. Taylor got out with a disgusted sigh.

"Jesus Christ!" She moaned as they walked to the Sears Entrance. She stopped nearly the whole way up and pointed to an empty space. "You could have parked there!" Brent grabbed her jacket and pulled her to the storefront.

"I parked where I parked, baby. Deal with it." He opened the door to the store and let her pass. "When you drive you can park wherever the fuck you want." He growled. She held her head up high and entered the store pulling off her glasses and stuffing them inside her purse. Brent took off his and shoved them in the pocket of his denim jacket. He looked around. He'd never been to this mall before, had never seen some of the stores he saw advertised on billboards out front. "Where the hell do you start in a place like this?" He asked, planting his hands on his hips and looking around some more. Taylor slid her arm through the open triangle his hand on his hip made and pulled him further into the store.

"This way darling." She said. She dragged him through the department store and out into the mall where people were bustling, music was playing and many, many stores were open for business. Brent's eyes grew big at the sheer size of it all. His eyes first landed upon a leather store. He pulled Taylor by the arm.

"Can we go in there?" He asked heading toward the store. She pulled herself backwards to a halt.

"Excuse me? Are we here to shop for you or my sister?" Brent sighed and looked sideways at her.

"Okay, okay!!" He sauntered away from the leather store dejectedly. "Well, what do you recommend then?" He asked. She spied a jewelry store.

"Jewelry." She said pointing. Brent shook his head.

"I just dropped a couple thousand bucks on her ring." Taylor shrugged and made a face.

"I just know she would love some earrings or a necklace or something." She said in a sing-song voice. Brent headed towards the store.

"If you think so." They went in and looked around. He found a pair of diamond drop pierced earrings and showed them to Taylor. Taylor smiled and nodded.

"She'll like them." She said and so he bought them. He left satisfied. They strolled around the mall a while, glancing in stores, laughing at each other. Taylor pointed out a shoe store to Brent. "She could probably use some new running shoes from Women's Foot Licker." She said, teasing. Brent looked up at the name of the store and then back down at Taylor. He began to laugh.

"It says Foot LOCKER you idiot!" He said laughing at her mistake. She clicked her tongue and made a face.

"I know it says that you moron! I was making a joke!!!" He looked at her, so serious, and then laughed again.

"You did not, you said that by mistake!" He said. She was getting angry with him thinking she was so stupid.

"Knock it off, Brent. I said that as a joke." She said in a nasty tone and went into the store. He raised his eyebrows at her and then followed.

"You don't have to get pissy about it chick." He said browsing the shoes. She came up behind him and pushed his knee in with hers. His leg buckled. "Now why'd you do that?" He said looking quickly at her as she strolled away and shrugged.

"I gave you a flat tire." She called. He looked after her and narrowed his eyes. 'I'll make your tire flat, babe.' He thought but didn't say. He found a pair of shoes he thought would be good for Andrea.

"Now to figure out what size she wears ..." He said, thinking out loud. Taylor held up her foot.

"The same size as me, Mr. S." She said. They ordered the shoe in Taylor's size. She tried it on and walked around the store. Finally she took it off. "She'll like them." She said and Brent bought them. They went into Marshall Field's where Brent bought Andrea a sweater and some perfume, with Taylor's help! After they had exhausted most of the third floor of the mall, Brent stood by the fountain and stared at it. He glanced at his watch. Damn! Shopping was tiring. He didn't know how some women could shop all day long and not get tired. He was tired and they'd only been there a little over an hour.

"I'm hungry." He stated finally. "You?" He turned to Taylor who had wandered off to a free-standing store called 'Rocky Mudds.' They sold all kinds of incense and hippie regalia. She was kneeling down looking at peace symbol necklaces when he walked up and kicked her slightly. She turned and pounded him on the foot. He jumped back.

"Dammit! What'd you do that for?" He asked shaking his foot inside his boot. She grinned and stood up to face him. He was damned good looking. He had his blond tresses pulled back into a pony tail, a tight t-shirt on and tight blue jean flares with his denim jacket on and open. His mouth was red and full, his eyes, blue and bright and now flared with temper after her assault on his innocent foot!

"You kicked me first, Brent." She said calmly and smiled. He made a face.

"I kicked you because I was over there talking to you and you weren't there so I looked like an idiot talking to myself!" He countered pointing to the fountain. She laughed out loud at him, standing there, defending himself like a little boy. She wanted to take him into her arms at that very moment. He looked even more angry at her giggles. "Hey!" He said, pouting. "Do you want to get something to eat or not?" She took his hand and pulled him away.

"Let's go big boy." She said and held his hand all the way to a restaurant called 'John's Garage.' They stood just inside until a hostess seated them. The restaurant was not large but not very small and the section in which the hostess seated them was dark and quiet. She handed them menus, stated the waitress would be with them shortly and then was off. They sat across from each other, each holding a menu up in front of their faces, reading.

"Mmmmm, everything looks good." Brent said eyeballing the items for dinner. Taylor smiled to herself behind the menu. 'Everything sure did look good.' She thought to herself. And she didn't mean on the menu! "What're you going to have?" Brent asked her.

"A drink!" She stated. "You want a drink, Brent?" She asked.

"Uh huh!" Brent said scanning the list of alcoholic beverages. "I think I'll have a beer. What about you?" Taylor sighed.

"I'm game for a slow screw. You care for a s l o w s c r e w, Brent?" She asked breathlessly. He lowered the menu and peeked at her over the top, blue eyes meeting blue eyes. She blinked a few times at him and he cleared his throat. He was up for a screw at any time, slow or fast! He thought it to himself but to Taylor he just raised his eyebrows in question.

"What do you mean?" He asked suspiciously. She giggled, her eyes squinting closed just like Andrea's did when she laughed. Not seeing the rest of her face behind the menu she could have BEEN Andrea! He felt a familiar stirring in his belly hearing her laugh and seeing her eyes peeking over at him. She closed the menu and set it down on the table.

"You are so silly!" She said, fingering her water glass. "A slow screw is a drink! It's made with Sloe Gin and orange juice. Care to try one?" She looked up at him slowly and seriously. He shrugged and closed his menu too.

"Might as well." He said and looked around for the waitress. She appeared a short time later, took their order and brought them drinks before taking a dinner order. Brent sipped the drink and found it refreshing. Not too much later he drained the glass. The waitress brought them another. By the time their dinner had arrived they had each finished three "sloe screws." Brent was feeling a little giddy and imagined Taylor was too. He'd had a bit of weight on her and if he was feeling it, so was she! They ate dinner in silence, each hoping it would sober them up a little. By the time the check came, they were both giggling and pink-cheeked tipsy! Brent paid the whole thing at his insistence and they wandered out back into the mall for more shopping. They took the escalator up to the third floor, found a store called 'Hot Topic' and Brent pulled Taylor in.

"I love this fucking store!" He said loudly. Taylor looked around and found a t-shirt she thought Brent would like and brought it to him.

"Check this out!" She slurred showing him the shirt. It said "Tell your girlfriend I said 'thanks.'" He stared at it a moment, frowned and then looked at Taylor.

"Now what's so funny about that?" He asked leaning on a rack of wide legged pants. She balled the t-shirt up, frustrated, and put it back into the stack not having gotten the response she'd wanted from him. She spied a Victoria's Secret store outside and down the walkway and pulled him out of the Hot Topic store towards the 'lacy underthings' store. When he spied where Taylor was leading him, he smiled. He loved this store, loved the peruse the catalog, really loved watching the fashion shows ... He allowed himself to be lead inside. He looked around at the bras on the manikins. He envisioned Andrea in all of them. She would make the bras beautiful ...

"Okay, how about this?" Taylor snapped him back to the present by touching him on the shoulder. He looked at her, she was standing there with a lacy, long sleeved, black nightie in her hands and was holding it up to herself. He, in his slightly drunken way, felt his mouth drop open and he stared. He could picture Taylor in that! It was very fucking sexy. He nodded.

"Oh, I like that Taylor." He said softly, hoping no one else could hear. She smiled out of one side of her mouth and moved her hips slightly from side to side.

"Do you now?" She taunted, turned and found something else. He watched as she found miscellaneous items around the store and held them up to herself for him to see. He was enjoying the show so much that he stood behind a table full of panties to hide how much he enjoyed it. She came over to him with a pair of red, velvet thong panties and a push-up bra. "Would you like me to try this on for you, Brent?" She asked licking her lips. He nodded absently. He was feeling the effects of the mixed drinks he'd consumed not more than a half hour ago. He watched as Taylor disappeared behind a drape and then, when he saw her arm come out and motion him over he wandered over, unsteady but curious. He stood back against the wall as her head came out to see if anyone was around. Noting that the coast was clear she threw back the drape and stood there in the bra and panties. Brent felt his head smack against the wall as he was taken aback by what he saw.

"Motherfucker!" He breathed and stood straight up, he swayed from side to side as his eyes grazed up and down her nearly naked body. "I want to touch ..." He whispered and lunged for her. She pulled the drape closed and he held fabric in his arms. He heard her giggle as he righted himself and cleared his throat. "That was mean." He said and stalked away. She changed back into her clothes and left the bra and panties in the dressing room. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the store and headed for the elevator. They stood, pressed together in the crowded elevator between strollers and young children. Brent placed his hands on Taylor's shoulders to steady himself. Once down on the first floor in the food court, Taylor led Brent to the bathrooms.

"What the fuck are we doing here?" He whispered loudly to Taylor who halted him outside the 'family restroom.' She pressed her finger to his lips and said, "Shhhh." She held up the same finger in front of his face indicating that he should wait a moment while she slipped inside the door of the bathroom. Seeing no one was inside she reached out, grabbed the front of his denim jacket and pulled him in shutting the door and locking it behind her. She pushed him against the back of the door and pressed her mouth firmly against his. He resisted at first and then, feeling her hands running up and down his body, warmed to her. He had been wanting her for days, a week now and here was his chance. She pulled at the jean jacket and he shrugged it off. She slid her hands up his t-shirt and felt his flesh. Goosebumps popped out instantly and he shivered. He ran his fingers into her short, blonde hair and pulled her mouth to his, crushing her lips with his. He kissed, licked, and finally sucked them until she could take it no longer. She pulled him over to a lounge and pushed him down on it. She unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, pulled them down to his thighs and set him free. She pounced on his erection and sucked him and licked him until he moaned out loud.

"Oh God, baby, please. Fuck me, let me fuck you - please!" He breathed and pulled her up to himself. She slid out of one of the legs of her jeans and then mounted him while he lay on the lounge. She placed the head of his throbbing erection at her opening and then moved down upon it. He gasped. She was wet and tight for him. He bucked upwards a few times and was dizzy with the sensuality of it all. She rode him like the bronco he was. He held his eyes closed all the while and at one point opened them to see not his future bride but her sister. His head was swimming and he felt a bit sick. He placed his hands on Taylor's shoulders firmly and stopped her movements.

"Wait, Taylor, wait!" He panted. She stopped and held him between her legs, sweat dripping down her neck and soaking the neckline of her shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them again, shaking his head a little to straighten out his vision. He felt numb. Panic fled through him as the realization of what he was doing hit him like a ton of bricks. He looked up at Taylor. "What the fuck are we doing?" He whispered. She shrugged her shoulders, opened her eyes wide and shook her head.

"I'm guessing that we're fucking." She said quietly. He pushed her up and off of himself. She sighed heavily. "I'm guessing now that we're not!" She said a little louder. "What is wrong?" She asked stuffing her leg back into her pants. Brent stood up from the lounge and pulled up his jeans and zipped them. He picked up his jacket from the floor, brushed it off and slid it back onto his shoulders. He pulled off the band that held his hair back from his head, ran his fingers through it and then put the band back in place. He paced back and forth around the room noting their purchases in bags scattered across the floor. He scooped them up, held them in his hands and stared at Taylor who was looking at herself in the mirror.

"What's wrong? I just fucked my fiancee's sister!" He said panic-stricken. She frowned at him in the mirror and then turned to face him.

"Will you be quiet, people will hear!" She scolded. "This bathroom is for moms, dads, and their kids!" Just then there was a knock on the door. She held her arm out to the door. "You see!" He looked down at the floor and felt a wave of nausea. He made his way into the stall and leaned against the wall.

"Oh my God, oh my dear God." He whispered. "What have I done?" He leaned his head against the cool stainless steel wall of the bathroom stall. He thought about Andrea. She was at work, helping sick people like he once was ... Twice! Like he twice was! And trusting him -- and here he was at a shopping mall fucking her sister! "Oh God ..." He whispered again as he felt the nausea once more and tears flood his eyes. Someone outside knocked again.

"Just a minute!" Taylor hollered to the door and then stood behind Brent in the stall.

"What the fuck am I gonna do?" He gasped. Taylor reached out and touched his back. He shrank from her. "Don't!" He said quickly. He banged his head against the stall wall a few times trying to clear his head. "Think, dammit, think." He said to himself. The knocking came again, this time more persistent. He turned to Taylor and stormed toward her. "Let's get out of here!" He said and motioned for her to open the door. She gave him a look and then shrugged before unlocking the door and holding it open. A woman stood there with two children, a stroller and diaper bag. Brent brushed past her and then Taylor. The woman muttered under her breath as the two breezed by then took her stroller, children, and diaper bag into the bathroom, closed and locked the door.

Brent found the stairway and made his way upwards. Once he got to the second floor he kept walking, fast, to the exit. He didn't care if Taylor was behind him or not, he just wanted out of there! He needed the cool, winter night air to clear his mind. He marched right past John's Garage where they'd had dinner and drank themselves goofy. There was a sign on the wall that said "Food and Fuel." Brent growled at it. "Fuel!" He grumbled. "Fuel for suicide!" He said and pushed the doors open that led to the parking lot. Once outside he leaned against the wall and sucked in air. Taylor joined him moments later.

"Hey, thanks for the sprint through the mall." She said sarcastically, panting. "I needed a little exercise." He glared at her. He was in no mood for her bullshit. He pushed himself away from the wall and pointed a finger at her.

"Don't you even fucking start with me Taylor!" He said angrily. "I'm in a fuckload of trouble and it's all because of you." His hot breath plumed smoke into the cold night air. She narrowed her eyes and glowered back at him.

"My fault?" She seethed. "This was all MY fault??" She paced back and forth in front of him. "You son-of-a-bitch! You wanted this as much as I did! You ached for it!" He felt his anger rise inside him, his blood pressure skyrocketed. He tossed the bags down onto the ground.

"You were the tease, Taylor! From the moment I met you -- you taunted me. You flaunted your body and touched me constantly! What the fuck did you think I would do?" She planted her hands on her hips in a defensive stance. He looked away and spit onto the ground. His mouth was full of saliva and threatening to drool due to his anger.

"Well, I thought that if you didn't want to have sex with me you would have spurned my advances. But you didn't, Brent. You went for it. You were caught, hook, line, and sinker!" People who were entering the mall stared at them as they approached. Neither of them cared. Brent paced now, back and forth in front of the doors. He held his head in his hands a moment before stooping to pick up the bags he had tossed down to the ground. It was cold and dark outside, the sky was clear and full of bright, twinkling stars. Brent checked his watch, it was only 7:00. Andrea wouldn't be off work for another couple of hours. He suddenly felt cold, very cold. He started to shiver and then shake uncontrollably. Not wanting Taylor to notice he took off through the parking lot towards his car. She followed some distance behind. She didn't want to incur another scene with him. He was, obviously, quite angry and feeling very guilty about how far they had gotten. She, on the other hand, felt a twinge of guilt but basically had gotten what she wanted. She wanted what Andrea had. This famous rock star, this sexy, tall, thin, blonde, blue-eyed man! She wanted him to fuck her and he had. She had a sly smirk on her face as they approached his car. He unlocked the door and climbed in, throwing the bags into the back seat. He didn't care if she got in or not. The bus was leaving in two minutes, be there or be left behind. He slid the key into the ignition and fired up the engine. Taylor jumped into the car just as Brent put it into gear, gunned it, and took off, wheels spinning. She put on her seatbelt for safety and prepared herself for a bumpy ride back to Andrea's. Brent drove the whole 20 minutes in silence. He stared straight ahead, not speaking. When the pulled into the driveway, he put the transmission into park and cut the engine. He just sat there, stone faced and silent. Taylor sat a few minutes quietly before placing her hand on Brent's arm lightly. He pulled it away from her quickly and abruptly and then turned to her.

"Don't ever, EVER touch me again." He seethed a bit of spittle flying from his lips. She blinked and looked away.

"I'm sorry." She said, finally. He curled his hand into a fist and squeezed. He, once more, turned his attention on her.

"You are not sorry! You did this on purpose! You were so jealous that Annie had something you didn't have and you took care of that, didn't you?" His eyes blazed with hatred. She blushed and looked out the side window of the Corvette. "Now you may have cost me my relationship, my marriage, my .... baby." He choked out the last word before he felt a tear slide down his cheek. He turned away from her.

"Brent, I ... I, " He turned to her quickly.

"Get out! Get out of my car, get out of my life!" He shouted and pointed towards the door. She pulled the door handle and nearly fell out of the car. She slammed the door shut, made her way into her own car, got in, started it and drove away. Brent sat there in his car for a long time. He was angry and riddled with guilt. The affects of the alcohol were wearing off and he felt sick to his stomach. He left the bags in the car, got out, locked it up and went into the house where he was greeted by his buddy, Rory. Rory purred loudly and brushed up against Brent's legs. Brent bent down and scratched the cat behind his ears. He felt more tears well up inside his eyes and allowed them to flow.

"I'm sorry, Rory. I fucked up real bad. If Andrea throws me out and I have no where to go just know that I love you and you've been a good friend." He whispered tearfully to the cat. Rory, who didn't know the difference between love and hate just rubbed his good friend and purred. Brent swallowed hard the lump that was in his throat and allowed Rory to rub himself all over his wet face, he was covered in fur by the time he felt brave enough to let go of his friend, Rory, and face what was to come once Andrea came home ....

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