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ch either pair. My only
alternative at the moment was to keep wearing my trench coat.
"I'll take both pair," I told Stanley. "What kind of shirt would I
wear with these?" He talked me into an orange tank top for the purple
pants and a green, cropped-off sweatshirt to go with the yellow. He
also tried to sell me sunglasses and a leather hat, but I took a pass.
"I'd like to wear these right away," I said. "Can you just cut the
tags off?"
"Uh, sure, just take them off in the dressing room and pass them over
the door."
I handed him the yellow pants, tank top, and sweatshirt, then returned
to the dressing room. I hung the purple pants over the door, removed
my shirt, and waited for Stanley to hand the pants back. With nothing
else to do, I faced the mirror and did cock exercises: up, down,
right, left -- first with the cock straight and then bending it at the
middle.
"Here are your pants, sir," said Stanley. I had the pants back on
before I realized he hadn't given me the orange tank top. I retrieved
my wallet and keys, bundled up my old clothes, and went out to find
Stanley. He was helping another customer already, and seemed
surprised to see me without a shirt.
"The cashier has the rest of your clothes, sir. I didn't realize you
wanted to wear the ne
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