Ill try to be brave enough for both of us, he replied with a smirk. And dont call me Shirley. He looked around and pointed. All right, how about that pretty little black thing you had on earlier?
Amy said, Shit, very distinctly, and turned to the salesgirl. Well, you heard the man, honey. There was a noticeable edge to her voice, barely contained. Willis looked at her curiously, reminded Willis of the sudden explosion at Rolands place two nights earlier.
Yes, maam, the salesgirl said. And the shoes?
Dont ask me, ask the boss over there.
Oh, the stilettos, of course, Willis said blandly.
Says the man who wont have to dance in them, Amy grumbled to no one in particular. Men have no pity whatsoever, do they?
Not the good ones, the salesgirl replied with a k
