After Meg is done and Betty is left trying to catch her breath she realises how much time has past. She jumps up pulling her breasts away from her friend. "We need to get going!" She ran out of the room and grabbed something from her mother.
Betty's mother was not a modest woman, she was a single mother that slept round quite a bit. She grabbed a pair of tight black pants and a very low cut black shirt. She considered trying a pair of heals but considering most were about six inches tall she decided against it and put on a pair of scrappy sandles instead. She grabbed the baby stroller from the attic and a old yellow onsie. She quickly dressed Meg and strapped her into the stroller before heading out.
They wandered around for what seemed like hours looking for some sign of this mysterious shop. At first when Meg cried Betty tried to calm her but soon she became sick of her. "Can't you just shut up I'm trying!" She yelled at the baby sitting down on a bench defeated.
She could feel her temper flaring up, she should be having fun with her body but instead she was stuck looking after her brat of a friend.