The Choosing by Jeremy Laszlo, Ronnell Porter Page A

woman a bit timidly.
    “You sure can hun.” The woman replied. “Look, there in the back corner, there is a little booth you can change in.”  The woman said smiling politely.
    “Thank you.” Sara replied.
    Taking the outfit off the counter, she skipped girlishly across the small shop to the booth in the corner, leaving Seth to trail behind her.  Seth stood outside the small booth as if guarding it from some unseen enemy.  Looking around the shop, Seth waited patiently for Sara to emerge. 
    “Seth?”  “Are you there?”   Sara asked.  Her sweet voice carrying through the door as Seth did his best not to imagine her changing her clothes.
    “yes.” He replied thinking the question a bit odd.
    “Could you come help me?” Sara said with a tone Seth didn’t understand.
    “Um… sure are you stuck or something?” Seth asked.
    “Something like that.” Sara replied sounding a bit embarrassed.
    Seth walked to the small booth, and slowly pulled the door open.  Looking inside he saw Sara with her back to him, her arms clutching the shirt over her body, to cover herself.  He then noticed that she was actually wearing the shirt, her arms through the sleeves, but the back remained open, a piece of leather strapping dangled from it.
    “Can you lace me up please?”  Sara asked him, her cheeks flushing a bit.
    Seth then realized the leather strap was to pull the two halves of the shirt back together.  Quickly, without responding to her question, Seth took up the two ends of the leather cord and wove it back and forth through the provided holes, all the way up her back.  Feeling the shirt was securely in place Sara let go the front of it and pulled her hair over her shoulder to keep it out of Seth’s way.  He laced the shirt all the way up to her neck, and then stopped unsure.
    “Is it tight enough?”  He asked her.
    “A little tighter please.” Sara responded.
    Starting at the bottom again Seth pulled the cord tighter and tighter working his way to the top, reaching her neck again he tied the cord in a bow, so that she would be able to remove it by herself when she needed to.  Sara let her hair fall again down her back, as Seth stepped back out of the little booth.  Sara turned around and Seth’s jaw hit the floor.  He couldn’t believe his eyes.  She wore black, skin tight, leather pants, a shapely woman’s tunic cut dangerously low in the front, also of black leather, barely contained her breasts.  Around her waist, over the shirt a silver belt rested over her hips.  The outfit left just enough to the imagination to send Seth daydreaming about taking it off.
    “So?  Sara asked.  “Am I cute?”
    “The outfit is…No, You ”…he emphasized the word.  “Look astonishing.”
    “I’m glad you like it.” She said while blushing again.  “I picked it so we would match.”
    Seth hadn’t noticed that indeed their clothes did match, and realizing this, he again smiled at Sara while his cheeks again burned with blood.  Sara, happy he was pleased with her declaration returned his smile and strode forward, once again taking his hand.  They left the store with a wave to the owner and again entered the street full of shops, Seth again leading, again looking for something particular.
    “What are you looking for?” Sara asked as they made their way winding through the different stalls.
    “Something to put on your feet.”  He stated honestly.
    This time she didn’t seem upset about him wanting to by her something, but she did however take the lead.  Sara led Seth around a corner away from the jumble of shops.  Down a side street they walked a short distance when Sara stopped in front of a small building and pointed to a sign above the door.  Seth, seeing this was exactly where he wanted to take her, gave her hand a little squeeze and pulled the door open for her.  Following Sara into the shop, she led him straight to a display on one of the walls, and picked up a pair of boots as if