I picked up my shirts from the dry cleaners today.
Calm down.
I know that alone is enough to send us all into conniptions of the crazy kind, but that’s not what I mentioned it for.
The little Asian lady that I have been dropping my dry cleaning off to for a couple of years now, brought out my latest items.
Proudly sitting at the front of the pick up was my latest favourite shirt, with the bound ladies and dominatrix images.
Min came out and gave me the same greeting as always, but this time with a slight gleam in her eye.
“Ha Miiike!”
She ran her hand over the shirt, and winked at me.
“I liiike the ladies, Miiike” she giggled, “You like tying girlfriends up?”
I chuckled and gave her my sexiest wink, the one that doesn’t look like I’m suffering a stroke, and replied “Only some of them, Min. Only some of them.”
She laughed uproariously as if she had just heard the funniest thing ever.
I looked around nervously and made my exit in double-quick time before her husband came out to see what the fuss was.
I mean, I know I can take care of myself, but the man has superheated steam at his disposal should he feel threatened, or is simply the jealous type.
Shoes – Yapi
Jeans – DSquared
Shirt – Griffin
Jacket – Politix
