The Floorwalker
The Floorwalker By Wanda Cunningham The boy stared at the mannequin so intently the floorwalking department store manager became suspicious. He didn't understand, he couldn't understand, how some males seemed so fascinated by plastic and metal and paint in the shape of a woman. It wasn't like a mannequin had warm flesh, soft skin and a will of its own. No, a mannequin had to stand there, in whatever pose it might be placed in by the dresser. Now there was a nance and a...