Mindy was quick to return just as Peter was pulling up those hot pants and literally squealed. "Do you shave your legs or are you naturally hairless? Those pants-- Simon is going to die. He'll just die. Turn around and bend over a little. Let's make sure they keep you as decent as we're willing to go."

She checked him out and then flew out of the door as Simon took a seat by the full length mirror outside. She needed to get some boots for those shorts.

At least they were loose. Peter could move around freely. The lace up fly gave what Mindy called 'discrete access' too, which she seemed to think was important in a garment. If he didn't care for them, he could try on the deep plum vinyl pants which, he was assured, would feel like butter to the touch. Nothing she said was short on innuendo or compliments.

"So what do you know about the community? Has Simon told you anything? Are you curious? You're so lucky to have Simon. He taught my Master everything you know."