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The invitation

“You male underwear. Shall I bag it separately so that it doesn’t get your new set dirty?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” was the best Jack could come up with a short notice.

“Well, these are clearly not for your girlfriend over there, because they wouldn’t fit her and this black bra seems to be the same size as the one you are wearing. It really suits you sir.”

Jack had not realised that the absence of a shirt beneath his jumper made his false breasts rather more obvious than he might have wanted

“No it’s OK. One bag will do fine.” Jack just wanted to get out of the store and back to the anonymity of Oxford Street. He paid quickly, almost snatched his card from the machine and, driven by his English manners muttered a quick thank you to the girl.

“My pleasure sir. I hope you enjoy them.”

Catching up with Sally, the two of them hurried out into the gathering London darkness.