"We'll go to tomorrow, baby. I swear." Gene said as he patted your thigh. You were sat on his desk in his office, pleading with him to take you to the mall. After all, what good was there in being his sugar baby if he didn't take you shopping at your every whim? "Let me focus now." He said as he picked up the pen he was using and began writing on the paper again. He was trying to write songs for KISS's next album, but focusing was difficult when you were begging to go to the mall.