It was a busy Saturday afternoon at the Galleria at Tyler, many different people walking in and out of the large department stores and inside the interior of the mall. However, the vast majority of people walking among the mall were groups of young teenage girls. The mall has become the major hangout for teenagers, where both males and females roam to show themselves off to people of the opposite sex.

             I noticed two girls at the food court, where they were in line waiting to buy coffee from Starbucks. One of them, whom I shall call Subject One, was approximately fourteen years old. She was wearing a white cotton tank top and a pair of denim shorts. Her long, golden brown hair was tied in a tight ponytail that cascaded down the middle of her back. A pair of blue-framed sunglasses with highly reflective lenses rested delicately on the top of her head. Her blue eyes shined brightly as she looked around the mall, looking for anyone she might recognize. Her chest thrust itself out of her tank top, wanting to burst out of the thin fabric of her small tank top. Her skin was soft and delicate, obviously pampered by lotions and cremes, most likely bought at "Bed, Bath, and Beyond." The lower edge of her denim shorts stopped barely below her buttocks, which also seemed to want to burst out of the constricting garment confining it. A pair of shapely, tanned by days bathing in the sun, extended from her denim shorts, seeming to stretch forever before meeting the ground. Her feet were encased in socks and a pair of white sneakers, so clean they seemed new. This girl was extremely attractive, and she her attire suggested she was ready to show her attractiveness to the teenage males also roaming the mall.

             The second female, whom I shall call Subject Two, was dressed much more conservatively. Subject Two wore a pale-blue t-shirt and a pair of tight denim jeans. She appeared to be approximately fifteen years old.