It's just now we have someone to gossip with, discuss styles and go shopping with. I can just see my husband in a salon. I persuaded him to go into Victoria's Secret with me one time. Never again.
Wait, I know how to handle that. I just grab the most revealing item on the racks, and hold it out for one of the women shoppers, and say, "You're about my wife's size, would you just hold this up in front of your body and let me get an idea of how it'll look on her"
Time will stand still for a moment, but I'll never have to go in there again. In fact, they won't let me.
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He found out about the stuff they keep under the counter and insisted on you modeling it for him in the dressing room?
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