Bought it and took it home

As Lauren pulled her wallet out and gave the owners of the store, a paper bag sat next to her on the passenger's seat on the ride home. While she was driving on her way home, she thought of all the things she could say and the foreplay that will transpire while she roleplayed as a very stout and perhaps kinky lady pilot. The thoughts were enough to make her bite her own lips, enough that they distracted her from her ringing cellphone.

The ensuing daydream was ruined the moment she glanced at the ray of light that originated from the phone and almost crashed the car and herself to go and put it on speakerphone before concentrating back on driving.

"Hey babe," it was the voice of her boyfriend, no doubt about it, "I'm going to come home late tonight no thanks to overtime, courtesy of my boss. I'm thinking of bringing takeout with me, what do you want?"

"Oh, how about some Chick-Fil-A?" Then there were two 'tsk tsk,' that was more on the flirtatious side than one that was scolding her. Before she tapped on the red hang-up button, there was a faint voice of a woman's but was immediately drowned by silence through the use of a single finger.

Lauren didn't think much of it, not while she was driving. Not again.

Exiting the driveway with the paper bag close to her chest, she was getting enthusiastic for when her boyfriend comes home. Going upstairs to their room, she dumped the contents of the bag and the costume she's been wanting to put on all-day landed neatly on their bed.

Inspecting it once more, a Union Jack patch that she swore wasn't present but shrugged it off as a lagniappe from the shopowners along with the toy pop gun.

With one arm inside and the other sliding its way through, Lauren tugged at it before she examined the quality of the fabric.

"Then comes the pants." She exclaimed before proceeding to pull her jeans off.