I looked around the lingerie department once more.I looked around the lingerie department once more. There were a few women there, mostly middle-aged, and thankfully nobody I recognized. Quickly I grabbed the bra, panties and suspender belt from their rack and, my heart beating madly, took them up to the counter. 'Can I help you, sir?' asked the young female sales assistant. 'Yes, I'd like to buy these, please,' I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, as if I bought women's underwear every day of the week. 'They're for my wife,' I added by way of explanation, though of course it was a lie. She didn't react in any way, but took the lingerie, totalled up the sale, and took my credit card. I could still hear my heart pounding as I picked up the plastic shopping bag containing my purchases and made for the nearest exit from the department store. About ten feet from the door I felt a tap on my shoulder. 'Excuse me, young man,' said a woman's voice. I turned to face her, and recognized her as one of the women who had been in the lingerie department. 'Are those for you?' she asked, pointing to my shopping bag. 'Well, I, ah, you see...' I blushed and stammered, unable to answer her directly. 'I thought they might be,' she said. |