Tuesday, October 25th, 1:32 P.M.
When Ushtar pulled up to his fiancé's boutique, I
sincerely thought he had taken me to one of those stores the average man has no
business going into. I thought this was
the kind of place that men stand outside of while inside women look over the
great many silken undergarments that are only worn in secret and in seductive
moments. For a man to go into a boutique
like this, he must have no choice otherwise or possess no shame for succumbing
to his baser urges.
Captain Ushtar's fiancé is a girl named Grace
Stilen, and she runs Stilen's Silkenries.
This boutique mainly sells upscale fine woman's underwear, as well as
stylish shirts, pants, dresses, shoes, and perfume. Of course, you wouldn't know that if you just
looked at the front of the boutique. The
front window of the store contains mannequins and posters featuring some of the
upscale fine women's underwear that is sold in Stilen's Silkenries. These displays are usually appealing to most
men because most men like looking, even if just for a moment, at hot half naked
women.
Upon entering the boutique, we were met by three
moderately attractive women covering inventory, a well dressed, well manicured
man covering the counter, and Grace.
Grace is, in a word, stunning.
Grace's beauty rivals, or even exceeds, the models in the posters in the
front window of her store. Grace met me
with a kiss of each cheek, the effect of which nearly made me faint. With a tone of voice that equaled her beauty,
Grace said, "How are you, my darling?"
It was a good thing Ushtar answered first. If I had, that may have been embarrassing. "Fine, my dear. You?"
"Fabulous.
Who is this masculine specimen you're brought into my boutique?"
Again with the specimen talk. "I'm Hato."
Grace continued with her beautiful tone. "Hato, it's a pleasure to meet you. So, what brings you here? Are you one of those men who gets a rush from
the feel of silk on your body?"
I could feel myself blushing, I just hope it didn't
show that much. "No, I haven't
quite experienced that thrill. However,
I do see a number of things that Rinoa could slip right into."
The sound of woman's name caused Grace to just light
up. "Rinoa. Such an exquisite name. I bet you stay up at night just saying the
name of your lover."
And with that Grace touched a sore spot for me. "Well, uh- She isn't- Uh."
Thankfully, Ushtar stepped in at this point. "I made the same mistake, Grace
dear. Rinoa and Hato aren't together
like that."
Grace seemed genuinely sorry that she had said what
she said, and I believe her. I believe
her because, as a part of her apology, Grace walked over and hugged me. "Oh, I'm so sorry I made that
mistake. I'm sure there's a good opfer
woman out there for you." That
statement kind of touched a sore spot for me, but I let it go because Grace's
hug was so good. "So, Ushtar, why
did you bring Hato to me? I mean, I
don't have anything he might actually fit in, much less actually wear. Hato, did Ushie want to show you his train
collection?"
I stepped in to answer Grace's question. "Actually, Rinoa does need some
clothes. She gave me her measurements,
let me find them."
I took the paper Rinoa had given me and handed it to
Grace. She unfolded then looked at
it. Then Ushtar stood beside Grace and
looked at the paper. Then Grace's
employees, the three moderately attractive women and the well manicured man,
stood behind Grace and looked over her shoulders at the paper. Finally, Grace stopped looking at the paper
and spoke. "Judging from these
measurements, Rinoa certainly does match her exquisite name. Shopping for her ought to be a lot of
fun."
And it was a lot of fun. At least it would have been if I had any
sense as to what Rinoa wanted.
Throughout the shopping experience, Grace, Ushtar, and the four
employees kept on asking me if I thought this would be something Rinoa would
want. My constant response was "I
don't know, I really can't say." It
didn't matter what Grace had in stock, what color it was, what fabric it was,
what cut it was, how much skin it covered, how much skin it revealed, "I
don't know, I can't really say" was my response.
Finally, after going over every stitch of clothing
in her store, Grace told me to leave and not to come back unless I bring Rinoa
with me. After Grace told me this,
Ushtar joined his fiancé in demanding that I go get Rinoa and bring her back to
Stilen's Silkenries. That is what I am
doing now. At least that is what I
should be doing right now. Instead of
going right back to The Redford to get Rinoa, I got some lunch, did a couple of
light osher exercises, and started doing this journal entry. Now I'm nearly done with the journal entry
and I can't think of anything I want to do.
Now, I guess, I have to go to The Redford and talk to Rinoa. Damn.
Later.
Hato Shurtleff
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