People tend to think finding and weeding out a controlling relationship is difficult and coming in to rescue the victim is rather troublesome. I look up from the clothes line seeing a much older man near a young teenage appearing girl. The girl pretends to nod agreeing with him at the woman side of the clothing department.

She did not have a phone sticking out of her pocket.

Teenagers, rather historically, are known to carry communication devices in their pocket 24/7. I lean to the side wry of this unusual pairing. I am usually fine with such pairing but the look on this girl's face is like a prisoner just going along to what their jailer is saying. I go back to the counter, take out a sign, get a thread, get two screws, then poke them in and wrap the thread around it. I go to the glass and hook up the recently changed sign.

"Daddy," The little girl said, tugging at her father's hand. "I want my princess dress."

The father looks down to the little girl with his face so red.

"We'll get your mother," The father said, as he and his daughter turn away.

"Why not disguise yourself as a woman, daddy?" The little girl asks.

"No," The father said. "You should go in with your mother."

The two left.

I go over to the pairing inside the door.

"Hello," I said. "This is woman's hour and no men are allowed in here until it is over."

"Well I have to help her pick out what to wear this week," The man said.

"No you don't," I said. "A woman is capable of deciding on her own. Isn't that right, miss?"

The girl nods, slowly.

"If you say so," The man said, eying at the girl ever so warily.

The man left the room leaving us two in. I guide the girl to the clothes rack down the rows of clothes hanging on hangars. I have seen my fair share of strange relationships but this one is in the bad kind of range. I look over seeing the tall racks block view of the man.

"Is this man in a program with you?" I ask. "Is he a relative of yours?"

"No," The girl said. "He is my ex-boyfriend."

I stare at the girl, puzzled.

"Why are you shopping with your Ex?" I ask.

The girl bit her lip.

"He...he picks everything," The girl said. "Ever since I told we're over; he's been..." I am perplexed. "Previously I had dropped out of high school and told my parents I was going to visit a friend."

"How long ago was that?" I ask.

"One week ago," The girl said.

I sigh.

"Girl, tell me you didn't tell your parents it was going to be a week," I said.

"Four days," The girl said.

"Thank god," I said, with a relieved sigh. This means her parents are worried about her. Everyone has someone that cares even in this new day in age where teenagers can be easily controlled by their electronics. "And he is using your phone to keep your status up."

"He has been using my phone lately and refusing to give me the lock key," The girl said.

"Girl," I sad. "You are in need of our service."

"The mall offers service for this kind of dispute?" The girl asks.

"No," I said. "I know someone who can help and I can help too."