It was a busy Saturday afternoon at the Galleria at Tyler, many different people walking in and out of the large department stores and inside the interior of the mall. However, the vast majority of people walking among the mall were groups of young teenage girls. The mall has become the major hangout for teenagers, where both males and females roam to show themselves off to people of the opposite sex.
I noticed two girls at the food court, where they were in line waiting to buy coffee from Starbucks. One of them, whom I shall call Subject One, was approximately fourteen years old. She was wearing a white cotton tank top and a pair of denim shorts. Her long, golden brown hair was tied in a tight ponytail that cascaded down the middle of her back. A pair of blue-framed sunglasses with highly reflective lenses rested delicately on the top of her head. Her blue eyes shined brightly as she looked around the mall, looking for anyone she might recognize. Her chest thrust itself out of her tank top, wanting to burst out of the thin fabric of her small tank top. Her skin was soft and delicate, obviously pampered by lotions and cremes, most likely bought at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. The lower edge of her denim shorts stopped barely below her buttocks, which also seemed to want to burst out of the constricting garment confining it. A pair of shapely, tanned by days bathing in the sun, extended from her denim shorts, seeming to stretch forever before meeting the ground. Her feet were encased in socks and a pair of white sneakers, so clean they seemed new. This girl was extremely attractive, and she her attire suggested she was ready to show her attractiveness to the teenage males also roaming the mall.
The second female, whom I shall call Subject Two, was dressed much more conservatively. Subject Two wore a pale-blue t-shirt and a pair of tight denim jeans. She appeared to be approximately fifteen years old. Her short brown hair reached barely below her shoulders, and was combed to perfection. Apparently they bathed in the sun together, because she and Subject One had exactly the same tan hue on their skins. Her t-shirt concealed her chest well, not forcing her breasts to bulge out and stretch the cloth concealing them from the outside world. However, her buttocks seemed to be desperate to burst out of her jeans, and bending over at the waist appeared to strain the seams of them to the brink of splitting. Her pant legs covered her long legs perfectly, bunching up a bit as they met a pair of white athletic shoes, a bit more dirty than the immaculate sneakers Subject One wore.
After receiving their coffee from the Starbucks vendor, both girls walked past the table I sat at. They both passed fairly close, enabling me to smell the lotion they had on. The aroma left behind was a combination of peach and another type of fruit, apparently a lotion that this highly materialistic faction of society buy in gallons. Their conversation sounded to be a discussion of which store to visit next, apparently at least 6 bags of stuff bought between the three of them was enough to justify a good trip to the mall. As they walked out of the food court, countless eyes watched them as they walked like models on the runway. Poindexter-like guys with acne problems stared at them and thought a thousand lewd thoughts, while parents looked at Subject One and wondered what type of parent would allow their child to dress like that.
They continued to walk to their store of choice, the weight of three bags each not subduing the carefree walk both had as they flaunted their wares to the passing groups of guys. Subject One s hair bounced against her back as she walked, as Subject Two s hair seemed to bounce up and down. Subject One s leg muscles flexed and relaxed in a smooth rhythm as she walked majestically along the crowded walkway, her thigh and calf muscles becoming slightly visible as they worked to keep her moving forward. Her bright eyes darted around actively as she scanned ahead of her for some cute older male to socialize with. Subject Two was much more passive in her scanning, her eyes barely moved except to look at her more promiscuous friend.
Suddenly, both Subjects recognized a group of teenage males they knew, and rushed over to meet and socialize. When the two groups met, it was an orgy of hugs and laughter, with Subject One hugging each male in turn, and Subject Two looking on, less eager to show affection to a group of teenage males. The boys and girls began to socialize, probably recalling an event that happened at school that Friday afternoon, or planning a get-together for Saturday or Sunday night. The leader of the male group talked almost exclusively with Subject One, while the followers looked on or talked quietly with Subject Two. Those not conversing simply stared longingly at Subject One s chest or legs, thinking whatever dirty thoughts could get inside their immature brains.
After a few minutes of conversing, the girls then headed over to the exit. They sat on one of the benches outside the exit and patiently waited for their ride. Subject One appeared still eager to show herself off to males, while Subject Two seemed eager to go home. After a few minutes, a black Chevy Suburban pulled up to the curb and both girls hopped in and were whisked away.