You pulled into the mall parking lot. Your mom puts on her sunglasses and gets out, strutting over to the entrance like a model. Shoppers stop to watch her pass, she just smiles graciously as she basks in the attention. As soon as the two of you had passed the sliding doors a security guard approached. He was slightly overweight, in his late 30's and nervously fidgeting with his flashlight. Trying to avoid looking directly at her, he stated.
"Ma'am. Indecent exposure is, ehm, prohibited on this premises. I urge you to dress up, ma'am." He dared a quick look at her body, raising his eyebrows to make his point.
"Oh officer what's the harm, really?" She said, smiling indulgently. "I'm not causing any trouble, am I?"
"Well..." The guard started sweating. He steadied himself. "If you will not cover yourself properly I have no choice. Please come with me, ma'am."
Ten minutes later you we're sitting on a bench in the shabby looking security-office. Your mom was put in a holding cell across the room. She was sitting on the bed, knees pulled up, looking defiantly in the direction of the guard. He was sitting behind his desk, filling out a report.
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