The shopping area is warm and sunny, with spring wind gusts occasionally ruffling his hair as he strolls around the mall. A constant stream of attractive women passes him by. They are all worth a second glance. The smartly dressed, the tight trousers, the firm breasts, the short skirts. He is a leg man, and admires the leggy ladies most of all. Hosiery is better than bare skin and he fanaticises whether the women are wearing pantyhose or stockings. So it goes on, always on the look out for the trimmest bottom, the longest leg, the
