Author Note: Brain fart. I swear the only time I laughed so hard during the game was during the lingerie shop trip. And again when they got ambushed by the same lady in another shop.
Lingerie shop trip, reprise!
"You again!"
"Oh, it's you! You have to try our new stock, Miss! We now stock bigger cups for busty ladies like you!" the saleswoman called out loudly from across the store, bustling over like a mother hen about to fuss over her baby.
"Oh my, you have grown, young lady!" She winked at Toma. "Don't worry, I know just the right thing for you! Bring your husband in too, don't be shy!"
Bigger cups. Toma's heart skipped a bit. She did grow, he knew.
Then he wished he was in another dimension as he was almost shoved into the lingerie shop by the loudly exclaiming lady. Even after all those times, the pushy and brutally honest saleswoman still manages to get under his skin EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. She always knew exactly what to say and she says it so loudly Toma could've sworn half the department store knows exactly what they're buying.
"I reccommend these frilled baby pink ones, we just got them and they will suit your skin tone perfectly. And these, are perfect for the hot summer days..." she grinned mischievously, holding up a pair of deep red lacy bikini. "... in the bedroom." The saleswoman held the thin skimpy bikini against his wife's sizable chest and Toma could feel the blood rushing to his head and other unmentionable places.
Oh god why.
"Erm, dear... can we go somewhere else...?" He muttered to her lamely.
His lovely wife shook her head. "There's no other lingerie shops close by. We need to hurry it's almost time for the appointment..."
"Do you have to buy it now?"
She nodded and shot him a mischievous look.
He groaned inwardly as the pushy saleswoman gave him a brilliant triumphant smile and expertly manuveured him into a good viewing spot near the changing room. He was also very aware that his face was completely red now - the other women in the shop were staring at the commotion and at him and he didn't know where to look.
Burying his face into his palms, he sighed and breathed deeply, then gathering his courage, lifted his eyes up slightly to peek through his fingers at his wife parading in the changing room in all the lingerie.
Ah. Those lacy ones are sexy too... Those red ones DO look good... We MUST get those white ones, she looks so cute in them...
Toma stepped out of the lingerie shop.
His hands were full of bags. There was just one of every single bra, panties and maybe ten bikinis in them of every single style - gothic, lace, innocent, elegant. He could almost swear he bought the whole shop. That saleswoman was too good at this...
He sighed, curled his only free pinky around his wife's ring finger and together they walked towards the gynecologist's.