bras and panties is all new.
And radical. There are even
salesladies who are trained to
fit you right, and tell you what kind
of bra will flatter you best. It’s kind
of embarrassing. If it wasn’t for
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the whiskey, I’d be freaking out.
Only problem is, now that it’s
wearing off some, I’m getting
a headache. Hope it doesn’t
get worse. Anyway, Aunt Cora
and I take our fancy understuff
up to the counter. In her pile:
three stretch lace thongs, two gel
underwires, and a teeny purple teddy,
for the honeymoon. In my pile: red
velvet panties, matching push-up bra.
BOY, DOES THAT ADD UP
Almost one hundred fifty big
ones! “Uh, are you sure you can
afford that? I can wear my old—”
Aunt Cora stops me. This day
is only going to happen once.
Besides … She reaches into
her wallet, fishes out a shiny new
credit card. Liam’s mom gave me
this. Said to get anything my little
heart desired. She knows Daddy
doesn’t have a bottomless bank