Our store project--we called it Roslyn at its Best--had been open for about a
week when Ann insisted one Saturday morning that we go take a look at what she
had done. "After all, I need to know whether I am going to be your 10% partner."

I drove us out to Roslyn and pulled up in front of the stores. I recognized three
of the tenants, the fur salon, the sweater shop and the bath supplies store were
all known, but the fourth, "Vanities" was unknown to me. What's Vanities all
about I asked? Ann smiled and said let's go see.

Ann told me to pull in a space behind the stores which I did. Ann then led me to
a door in the rear of the stores. She produced a key and we entered. She led me
through a narrow corridor that was about 15' in length. At the end of the
corridor was another locked door. Ann leaned against me and said that I should
try and be quiet. Ann opened the door.

The door opened into a small room. There was a recliner/lounger in the middle. A
small refrigerator and a telephone console with a bunch of switches. There were
five windows arrayed around the chair, each opening into identical small rooms
with doors beyond each of them. Ann also pointed out three TV monitors mounted
below the telephone console and she showed me a small handheld video camera that,
she said, was loaded and ready to operate. Ann flipped a switch and the monitors
came to life. The three monitors captured the inside of the store. As I studied
the monitors I realized that Vanities carried lines of lingerie and swimwear. I
then also realized that Ann had arranged for me to have a centercourt view of
Vanities' dressing rooms. Ann showed me that the phone console allowed audio
monitoring of each dressing room and that there was also a direct line to the
cashier's desk. Ann told me that I (and she to the extent of 10% if I approved)
owned Vanities. She also told me that she had picked the staff, the merchandise
and had specified the floorplan.

Ann then asked me if I would like to stay in the room for a couple of hours while
she looked in on how the store was operating. I was anxious to see how things
went so I agreed. Ann showed my that there were soft drinks in the mini-
refrigerator and said she'd be back in a few hours. She told me that the only way
out was as we came in; there was no entrance from my room into the store. I
settled into the armchair and monitored what was going on in the store.

Ann excused herself and a few minutes later I saw her enter the store. The staff
all seemed to know her.

I had been at my post for about a half hour, when the door to one of the dressing
rooms opened and a woman of about thirty years came in with two bathing suits to
try on. She was not remarkable in appearance, but quickly stripped off her
clothes and tried on the first bathing suit she had picked. She seemed to be
staring right at me, but I realized that she was simply looking at her own
reflection in the two-way mirror that formed the gateway for my view.

Over the next hour or so I was treated to the spectacle of about ten unsuspecting
persons trying on Vanities' fare. Most were shopping for swimsuits but there were
a few who were interested in different lingerie items as well. Ann then rejoined
me and asked how I liked the setup. I told her that it seemed like it could be
habit forming. She suggested that if I wanted, I could spend Sunday with her at
Vanities. She said that she would be working there the next day between noon and
5:00 p.m. and that I could stay ensconced in that chamber. I was game.

The next day we left New York about 11:30. Ann told me that she wanted to get a
better idea about how the customers were reacting to the merchandise and also
thought it would be a good idea to try and train the sales crew too. Ann dropped
me off behind the store and I unlocked the doors and entered the viewing room.
The store had not yet opened for business and I watched through the monitors as
Ann entered the store. I flicked on the audio and was surprised at the clarity of
the audio reception. Ann was talking to Pauline, one of the other salespeople
working that day.

I was also surprised and pleased for several reasons about the volume of business
that came in to the store. I particularly enjoyed two college age girls who
occupied themselves stuffing their bodies into a pair of bikinis and then trying
to make sure that it was adjusted properly before leaving the room to show their
intended purchases to their companions. There were two episodes that day,
however, which were even more memorable.

Around 2:30, a man of about 50 came in to the store and started to poke around
through the lingerie section. Pauline was with another customer so Ann strolled
over and asked if she could help. The customer said that he was looking for
something special for his wife. With Ann's help, he picked out two ensembles, one
a red merry widow with matching panties and stockings and the other a black sheer
robe to be worn over a black bra, panties, garterbelt and stockings. Ann tried to
encourage him to look at some other items and he did pick out a gauzy, filmy
beige nightgown. I was monitoring Ann's sales pitch.

"What size is your wife?"

"I don't know really, she's about average height."

"What size dress does she wear?"

"I'm not sure. What are the prices anyway?"

"Well this ensemble is $240, this one is $410 and the nightgown is $520." "Oh
that's more than I had in mind."

Ann wanted to make the sale: "Well I think your wife would think she is the
luckiest person in the world if you came home with these items."

The customer was looking for a way out: "Well I'll go home and see if I can
figure out what size she is and I'll come back."

Ann wouldn't be deterred: "Is your wife my size? I'd be happy to try these on for
you so you can get a sense of what they look like."

"That might be an idea. But she is not quite as big, you know, on top, as you
are."

"That's O.K. we'll give you a smaller cup size for these items, and everything
can be exchanged anyway." "What did you say your name is?"

"Sam."

"Follow me, Sam."

Ann directed Sam to a seat just outside the changing area. Ann brought the first
item (the red merry widow) in to the dressing room. She gave me a big smile
through the mirror and I watched closely as she tried to stuff herself into an
outfit she had to know could not begin to contain her voluptuous breasts. Doing
the best she could, she stepped out and confronted Sam who could not contain his
amazement.

"Well what do you think?"

"Wow!" was all Sam could muster.

"Sam, if you're still interested in buying these, I'd be happy to try on the
others for you too!" Ann was setting the hook. "Sure, I am interested. I'll
certainly take that outfit." was Sam's predictable reply.

Ann returned to the dressing room grinning at me through the mirror. I watched
with interest as she changed into black stockings, a black garter, still too
small bra, black panties and sheer black robe. Ann exited the dressing room and
Sam's eyes studied Ann avidly. Once more Ann extracted a purchase commitment from
Sam. Ann then took the beige nightgown and held it up for Sam's inspection.

"This item" Ann said, "I know is very pricey, but it is very special." Ann draped
the nightgown over her arm, and Sam seemed to recognize that when worn, it would
be nearly transparent.

"Should we wrap these up?" Ann asked gesturing at the first two outfits she had
modelled?

Sam couldn't resist. "I'm probably interested in that nightgown too."

Ann had acheived her objective. "I'll try that on for you if you like."

"Please" Sam whispered.

Ann returned to her dressing room and took off the black outfit and then drew the
nightgown over her head. As expected, it left nothing to the imagination. Ann
opened the door to the dressing room and called Sam over. "I can't go out there
like this" she said.

Sam took it all in. Through the nightgown, he could see everything that Ann had
to offer. The nightgown was small across the chest and molded itself to her
breasts. Her nipples were very clearly outlined against the material of the
nightgown. Ann turned and gave Sam the view from the back with the sides of each
breast visible from that perspective too.

"O.K. Sam, I'm going to change out of these things and then we'll take care of
business" Ann said as she removed the nightgown and started to get dressed in her
street clothes. Ann made no motion to close the door to her dressing room and Sam
made no move to excuse himself either. When finished dressing, Ann gathered up
the items she had tried on for Sam, took his blue American Express card, and rang
up the sale of the day. After she had finished with the paperwork, she wrapped
the items and, handing them to Sam, she expressed the hope that she would be
seeing him again soon. Sam mumbled something and left.

Ann picked up the phone near the cash register and moments later there was a
flashing light on the phone console near my chair.

"That was hot" I said.

"I was really getting turned on by that too" Ann commented. "In fact" she
continued "I am touching myself right now."

I could see that Ann's right arm was busy below the level of the countertop. That
motion inspired me to continue with a moderate self- stimulation. As we were
replaying what was going on I noticed a young woman, in her late twenties, enter
one of the dressing rooms. She was carrying quite a few bikini sets. I continued
to talk to Ann while stroking myself and watching this new show being carried out
before me. The person in question was about 5'6", I guessed that she was a full C
or possibly D cup, and maybe 5 to 10 pounds over her ideal weight. She tried on
the different bikinis she had brought into the dressing room and seemed to notice
that she would have to trim a luxuriant bush before she wore those items in
public. I decided to capture this young lady on video. I was watching through the
viewfinder as she finished trying on these items and to my surprise, I was
recording as she took two bikini sets and hid them in the front of her underpants
under the skirt that she had been wearing. My camera caught the whole episode. I
then saw the busty brunette return the other items she was less interested in to
the shelf and she slowly headed for the door.

"Ann" I said into the still open phone line "that girl is shoplifting, she's got
a bunch of things stuffed into her pants and I've got pictures of it too."

Ann did not hesitate a second. Just as the shoplifter headed for the door Ann
intercepted her and politely, but firmly, asked her to step over to the counter

At first the shoplifter was cooperative, but as soon as Ann said, I know you are
trying to steal, the person's tone changed to one of belligerence.

"You're nuts if you think I've stolen anything. Look in my bag."

"It's not in your bag." Ann replied.

"Well I'm leaving" the girl said as she headed for the door.

Ann stepped in front of her and blocked her way. "If you want me to call the
police I will."

"Go ahead" the girl said, trying to outbluff Ann. Ann called the police and
together with Pauline, indicated that they were prepared to block the shoplifter
from leaving.

Ann picked up the phone line to me and asked me to describe exactly what
happened. I told her what I had seen and reminded her that it was all on tape.
Ann asked me what items she had hidden away and I described the dark green bikini
with orange edging and the yellow one with orange flowers.

Ann hung up and a few minutes later, as she saw the police approach she told the
shoplifter. "Just so you know, I know you have a green bikini and a yellow one
stuffed in your underwear, and we have it on tape!"

All color drained from the shoplifter's face. She was in a panic. "You've got to
give me a break. I'll pay for them. It will ruin my life." The police were at the
door. "I'll never get admitted to the bar. I am a lawyer. I just passed the bar
exam, but I'll never get licensed. Please." By now tears were streaming down her
face.

"What's the problem?" the police officer asked.

"We have a shoplifter here, I think." Ann answered

"You think?"

"Let me talk to this girl."

Ann took the shoplifter aside and asked. "How much trouble are you in if I report
you?" The shoplifter saw a glimmer of hope and described how she had a similar
problem once before when she was in college and was arrested and that there was
no way that she could get licensed to practice law if this came up again. She
said she was very sorry for stealing the items and wasn't there something she
could do to resolve the matter.

Ann simply told her to wait there. Ann then went to the policeman and told him
that she would try and resolve the matter amicably. She thanked him for coming
over and the policeman left. For my part I was intrigued by what was going on and
I wondered what Ann had in mind.

Ann was emphatic with her instructions: "Open your purse." Ann went through the
shoplifters purse and copied down her name and address. Sharon Stein of Roslyn,
New York.

"Well, Sharon, here's the deal. You are to come in to our executive offices in
New York next Monday at 10:00 a.m. sharp! If you are not there, we will report
this and we do have the video, remember."

"How long will I be there?"

"Assume you'll be there the rest of the week. It will be your job for the week."

"But I've got other commitments" Sharon protested.

"Well cancel them and be there." Ann virtually commanded. "Now give me those
things you were going to steal, thief, and get out of here and don't dare not be
on time on Monday." Sharon complied and left.

I asked Ann what she had in mind for Sharon, later that day as we watched the
video I had shot of Sharon in the act. Ann asked me if I had any suggestions, but
I preferred to leave things up to Ann.