Oskar soon realized that he should have his head examined for thinking shopping with Jane was gonna be a cakewalk.  He figured since she didn’t know any better about the complexities of shopping for clothes, she would just go along with whatever he suggested.  Big mistake.  And it all originated with shoes, or the lack thereof, actually.  What woman didn’t like shoes?!  That would be Jane.  He knew women who owned so many shoes, boots, whatever that they could wear a pair a day for a month and not see the same pair twice.  There were a few female friends he could think of who could stretch that to two months.<br/><br/>Still, he had to acknowledge that she made some pertinent points during their minor dispute.  Sandals were a fair compromise, as her bare feet were still visible.  He wondered if she’d ever wear the sneakers, grinning from the little dustup about shoes.  Oskar also reminded himself again to mind his language around her.  He thought he got off easy with “douchebag” (though it was a definite understatement for that rude clown), but his first choice would’ve been something that began with the letter F.<br/><br/>Oskar truly wished for one of his female friends to be with them now, as he lacked even the faintest clue on how to outfit a woman.  And Jane was understandably no help.  She was, after all, accustomed to her own styles of clothing.  And she was on the other side of a door, trying on various items.  She finally opened the door for him to see how she looked.  A double-take was in order, as he was in no way expecting to see the nipples of her breasts so prominently displayed.  She would do well in a wet t-shirt contest, hands down, he thought.  Oskar’s gaze quickly met her eyes, and he immediately felt bad for her.  Jane’s inquiry about the zipper drove the point home: no underwear!  Top<i>and </i>bottom!<br/><br/>Thankfully, the same sales clerk was nearby, and Oskar rushed to her, explaining the situation.  After a minute or so, she nodded, patted his arm reassuringly, and left his side.  While waiting, he returned to keep Jane company.  The woman knew her stuff, as she was back before they could get a decent conversation going.  Wisely stepping aside, he allowed the clerk to explain what she was holding.  She even went so far as to demonstrate how to fasten the bra.  Jane nodded at the instructions, eager to mask herself and do something about that confounded zipper.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, and the door opened again.  “Much better!” Oskar said while smiling at her.  Jane mentally let him know that the zipper was no longer a problem.  On their way out, he sought out the helpful and patient sales clerk, insisting on tipping her somehow.  She laughed and thanked him, but said the sales were enough.  Of course, he couldn’t thank her enough, but he tried anyway.<br/><br/>Right outside the store’s entrance, he spied a coffee stand, escorting Jane toward it.  Oskar ordered a pair of iced coffees, as it had already been a trying day.  While the barista prepared their drinks, he engaged with her in some small talk.  Evidently, Jane had drifted from his side, curious about a store right behind them.  Drinks just about ready, it was then Oskar took note of his missing companion.  Not quite panicked yet, he quickly turned and spotted her instantly.  Since she was already within the establishment’s entrance, he hustled over and gently ushered her out and away from<i>Victoria’s Secret.</i><br/><br/>Iced coffees in hand with bags of plunder for her, he strolled over to a table with two chairs and sat, happy for the refreshment and brief respite from shopping.  He thought of the store that for some reason had attracted her attention.  There was no doubt in Oskar’s mind that if Jane wanted to do sexy, then Jane could damn well do sexy.  And pull it off with flying colors, too!  There was nothing, he believed, that<i>Victoria </i>could offer that Jane wouldn’t shine in.