It was a foregone conclusion from the moment I saw that box.

I never should have done it, it wasn’t addressed to me after all, but when I saw the words “The Slutty Sale” on the side, my curiosity was piqued.

I knew the store, of course, everybody did. How many times had my friends and I had stolen glances in the window display at the lingerie sold there? Countless times, that’s how many.

This was a lingerie store that had a doorman, for fuck sake.

We used to dream of having a boyfriend who could not only afford to buy things from there, but who thought we were special...