Worse still, she was standing in front of the mirror, completely naked, with one stocking caught on a hook and the other dangling limply down her leg.
As he was restocking the shelves, he received a call from one of the dressing rooms. "Um, excuse me?" a timid voice said. "I think I need some help in here." the lingerie salesman s worst nightmare new
John stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Johnson!" he stuttered. "I'll just...uh...get someone else to help you." Worse still, she was standing in front of
John's heart sank. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should just pretend he didn't hear the voice. But his professional instincts kicked in, and he slowly made his way to the dressing room. the lingerie salesman s worst nightmare new