As we walked around, her outfit caught the attention of most of the men who happened to be in the area. A number of times, when she headed for the escalator, some of them followed her up a few steps behind her or stood near the bottom of it and watched her as she went up, trying to get a better view up her dress or skirt.
As she went up the escalator, she would put one foot up on the next step, spread about a foot or so out to the side from the foot on the lower step. This was her little way of improving the potential quality of the view provided to anyone who might be behind her or looking up. Of course, she didn't turn around while she was on the escalator, since this might have scared off any possible observers, or at least embarrass them and prevent them from looking further. We also tried some discrete exhibitionism with her coming down the escalator, but this didn't seem to work out as well.
At the end of one such trip up, while I stayed at the bottom watching her, she stood on the second level of the mall near the escalator, close to the railing surrounding it. She put one foot up on the bottom rung of the railing and spread out about a twelve inches or so to the side. I'm sure the three or four guys coming up the escalator towards her got a really great view while she was holding this pose as if she was resting and casually looking around.
I particularly remember one very elderly gentleman who rode up during that time. He was with what appeared to be his wife, just passively following her around the mall with a patience born of years of passive boredom. As I observed her from the first level, I noticed him lift his head and turn it in her direction. You could tell exactly when his old eyes focused on Arlene's bare bush. His mouth fell open so wide I thought he was going to lose his false teeth! He couldn't take his eyes off her. He was so flustered, that when he and his wife got to the top, he tripped and nearly fell. I'm glad he didn't have a heart attack. It was funny to watch his wife scold him to look where he was going as they walked away. He kept nodding to her and simultaneously looking back over his shoulder at Arlene standing at the railing. I have a feeling that when the old couple got home, he managed to get it up and boff her good for the first time in years. She probably wondered where he got his inspiration. So much for our good deed for the day.
Later on, she sat down one of the benches scattered around the mall, and I took up a position a little ways away, from which I could