"So..." Mom began. "I, uh... I went out shopping yesterday. I bought some stuff... I thought I'd try them on for you..." My eyes widened slightly. Was this happening? Was this going where I think it was?

"Why didn't you ask Dad while he was here?" I asked, impetuously, knowing the answer.

"Oh, I'd much rather get your opinion." she said, glancing away for a moment before looking back at me, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"What'd you buy?" I asked calmly, not intimidated, even though I sensed what was coming.

"Some new tops, some skirts... a couple new bikinis... and bras, some thongs, a few g-strings..." she trailed off as...