| Author: | Candy Kross | ISBN: | 1230000221290 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead | Publication: | February 26, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Candy Kross |
| ISBN: | 1230000221290 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead |
| Publication: | February 26, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
His wife wasn’t the only thing he didn’t see. His clothes were missing too! Roy panicked. Liz must have taken his clothes by accident! Roy felt his stomach start to churn and he became very nervous. She’ll be back, he thought. She has to be back!
After about what seemed like an eternity, but was about an hour, had passed. She’s not coming back. Roy finally came to the conclusion. How could she? How could she do this to him?
Since it was Saturday, the boutique closed early. He heard the sales girls giggling and saying goodbye to Shawn, the male sales clerk. Roy then realized it was only he and Shawn in the store now. Roy opened the door slowly. Shawn was standing outside the door.
“I was wondering how long it would be until you decided to come out of there.” Shawn teased. “Honey, I’ve seen guys come out of the closet faster than you coming out of that dressing room.” Shawn smiled.
“You knew I was in there?” Roy asked.
“Of course I did.” He winked. “Your wife Liz and I are old friends. And yes, I am a homosexual. Next time you try to whisper something about someone in front of them, try to whisper a little lower.” Shawn laughed.
“Do you know where my wife is?” Roy asked.
“Having a drink at the bar? Ummm.. shopping somewhere else? Ummm…Home taking a nap?” He laughed more. “Honey, who cares where she is. She’s not here, but you and I are.” Shawn smiled.
Roy sighed. “Do you know where my clothes are?”
“I believe she took those with her.”
Roy frowned. He didn’t like how this was going. What the hell was he going to do now? He took a big gulp and asked Shawn, whom he figured wasn’t going to be too helpful, but he asked anyway. “Can you help me?”
“Well, of course! That’s my job! Let’s see, what are you a size 12?” Shawn began to laugh hysterically.
“No, I mean can you help me get out of this dress and get some male clothes so I can get out of here?” Roy pleaded.
“Well, you know Liz paid for that dress already and it does look so cute on you. Why don’t you just wear that home?” Shawn smiled.
Roy felt so humiliated now. Liz had planned all this from the beginning, he thought to himself. “No, please can you help me?” Roy pleaded more.
His wife wasn’t the only thing he didn’t see. His clothes were missing too! Roy panicked. Liz must have taken his clothes by accident! Roy felt his stomach start to churn and he became very nervous. She’ll be back, he thought. She has to be back!
After about what seemed like an eternity, but was about an hour, had passed. She’s not coming back. Roy finally came to the conclusion. How could she? How could she do this to him?
Since it was Saturday, the boutique closed early. He heard the sales girls giggling and saying goodbye to Shawn, the male sales clerk. Roy then realized it was only he and Shawn in the store now. Roy opened the door slowly. Shawn was standing outside the door.
“I was wondering how long it would be until you decided to come out of there.” Shawn teased. “Honey, I’ve seen guys come out of the closet faster than you coming out of that dressing room.” Shawn smiled.
“You knew I was in there?” Roy asked.
“Of course I did.” He winked. “Your wife Liz and I are old friends. And yes, I am a homosexual. Next time you try to whisper something about someone in front of them, try to whisper a little lower.” Shawn laughed.
“Do you know where my wife is?” Roy asked.
“Having a drink at the bar? Ummm.. shopping somewhere else? Ummm…Home taking a nap?” He laughed more. “Honey, who cares where she is. She’s not here, but you and I are.” Shawn smiled.
Roy sighed. “Do you know where my clothes are?”
“I believe she took those with her.”
Roy frowned. He didn’t like how this was going. What the hell was he going to do now? He took a big gulp and asked Shawn, whom he figured wasn’t going to be too helpful, but he asked anyway. “Can you help me?”
“Well, of course! That’s my job! Let’s see, what are you a size 12?” Shawn began to laugh hysterically.
“No, I mean can you help me get out of this dress and get some male clothes so I can get out of here?” Roy pleaded.
“Well, you know Liz paid for that dress already and it does look so cute on you. Why don’t you just wear that home?” Shawn smiled.
Roy felt so humiliated now. Liz had planned all this from the beginning, he thought to himself. “No, please can you help me?” Roy pleaded more.
