Rule Number Seven [4d/10]
anonymous
April 13 2010, 04:57:48 UTC
“Okay blue baby doll with loads of support… I can actually totally do that! Gosh you’re so like totally lucky.” He hurried to the back corner and returned holding what she requested for her out. “Here this’ll be like seventy five dollars with the taxes and junk, I’ll sell you the stockings to go with it for only an extra twenty so ninety-five total.”
Under normal circumstances Ara would have freaked out. That was nearly a hundred dollars for something she would wear once. But this wasn’t normal. She quickly paid and hurried out of the store she had to buy shoes now too on top of everything else. The shoe store trip was quick and easy, while the black heels she found weren’t the kind a prostitute, porn star, or some other kind of loose woman would wear they were still high enough and strappy so they would pass (where did one buy shoes like that anyways?). She then had her eye brow appointment (the things were quite wild) she was tempted to add on a waxing of somewhere ore intimate, but that would be far too embarrassing so she decided against that). There was no one more stop… the drug store.
There were things that needed to be bought, things that the Bonnefoy’s didn’t keep in their home… mainly condoms. Mr. and Mrs. Bonnefoy weren’t the kind to use precautions against having another child. Neither one of them were against the idea of another baby in their family, and using them would take away the spontaneous mood that Francis preferred. As Ara stood in the aisle of the store she couldn’t help but think of her husband and what he was like. She sighed, was he stupid enough to not use them with his little Parisian fling Monique (the name she’d dubbed the fictional woman her mind had created). Well unlike her husband Ara wasn’t an idiot and would be making sure she was prepared. There was only the whole, determining what size to buy and what style. She had no idea what Alfred had in his trousers, and she didn’t want to make assumptions that would either get her too excited or well insult the boy. She sighed and reached up grabbing one of each size they had of just the plain old boring condoms. Then headed to the check out, the girl behind the register just starred at her, not really saying anything a blush on her cheeks, Ara paid without a word then went to the car. It was nearly two thirty now, she needed to beat her son home and find a hiding place for what she’d bought.
Under normal circumstances Ara would have freaked out. That was nearly a hundred dollars for something she would wear once. But this wasn’t normal. She quickly paid and hurried out of the store she had to buy shoes now too on top of everything else. The shoe store trip was quick and easy, while the black heels she found weren’t the kind a prostitute, porn star, or some other kind of loose woman would wear they were still high enough and strappy so they would pass (where did one buy shoes like that anyways?). She then had her eye brow appointment (the things were quite wild) she was tempted to add on a waxing of somewhere ore intimate, but that would be far too embarrassing so she decided against that). There was no one more stop… the drug store.
There were things that needed to be bought, things that the Bonnefoy’s didn’t keep in their home… mainly condoms. Mr. and Mrs. Bonnefoy weren’t the kind to use precautions against having another child. Neither one of them were against the idea of another baby in their family, and using them would take away the spontaneous mood that Francis preferred. As Ara stood in the aisle of the store she couldn’t help but think of her husband and what he was like. She sighed, was he stupid enough to not use them with his little Parisian fling Monique (the name she’d dubbed the fictional woman her mind had created). Well unlike her husband Ara wasn’t an idiot and would be making sure she was prepared. There was only the whole, determining what size to buy and what style. She had no idea what Alfred had in his trousers, and she didn’t want to make assumptions that would either get her too excited or well insult the boy. She sighed and reached up grabbing one of each size they had of just the plain old boring condoms. Then headed to the check out, the girl behind the register just starred at her, not really saying anything a blush on her cheeks, Ara paid without a word then went to the car. It was nearly two thirty now, she needed to beat her son home and find a hiding place for what she’d bought.
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