Terri’s Mom finds her colleague has a.. umm.. wardrobe malfunction. No laughing matter, this.
“Cashmeres are on sale at Nordstrom,” he began, moving his fingers as he spoke like a Thai dancer with long nails.
It took every ounce of self-restraint on mom’s part to focus on his face and his words rather than allow her eyes to stray southward.
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