You're sober, genius, my subconscious murmured, partially in complaint.
I chalked it up to that, walked inside, door hissing shut behind me.
My eyes adjusted from the sun to the drop ceiling cool glow of LEDs. Being her man, I could tell this was Blondie's store just from the items on display. Glass shelves and stands were positioned on the walls and floor so that aisles slanted across the utterly feminine room like glossy, colorful, perfumed artwork. Baskets of soaps, candles and bath beads were on the left in front, fresh flower arrangements perched in the back corner, flanking a counter full of female Viagra (AKA “jewelry”) and clothing racks of quality jackets, purses, and mouth-watering b*a and pantie sets.
In the center was a huge aquarium with floral colored lights. The wall of m
