He was so nervous, like many men who felt they could buy things for their partners in a lady’s store that blasted sophisticated couture from every corner he had entered in all good faith. He was now surrounded by every overt expression of femininity that anyone could imagine, from soft sensuous basques to long flowing gowns that displayed a more subtle yet equally sensuous aura. An aura that most men found subtly mocking and a little intimidating, like a little boy caught by elder sisters in his mothers wardrobe. Read more…