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“Ok….fine….why don’t you do the shopping for me, am so exhausted hubby” I said, knowing that there is no way he will go around picking girls clothes, I mean he is Mavis Leonel the great. I was smiling inside of me.

“You want me to pick all your outfit?” he asked smirking.

“Yes of course. Why not? Or are you embarrass that it will ruin your reputation. The almighty Leonel Mavis” I said laughing.

“As a matter of fact no….you’re my wife aren’t you, there is nothing wrong in buying clothes for you, and oh did I tell you that am good in selecting female underwear very well?” he...