Bottles

A bell dings as you enter the store, and you see an elegant middle aged woman look up and smile as she approaches you.

"Good afternoon and welcome! Feel free to look around. And if there's anything specific you're interested in, don't hesitate to ask."

"Just browsing for now thanks," you smile, your eyes searching the displays.

"Are you new in town, or just visiting?"

"I'm new in town," you smile, strolling through the store which manages to be both cluttered and artistic at the same time.

"How wonderful! What brings you here?"

"I'm teaching," you answer, **** to give too much information.

"At Pink Rose? Are you one of the new male teachers they hired? How wonderful to meet you!"

You nod agreement and shake the hand she offers, a bit unsettled by her deductions. Of course, you remind yourself, this is a small town and from what you've heard Pink Rose is a big deal here, so perhaps it's no surprise that the coming of new teachers is well known.

You've been wandering as you talk, and finally you stop in front of the display you hoped to find, the one that was hinted at in the window. It's an entire case of perfume bottles, some antique and some more modern, all of them artistic and elegant and speaking of grace and beauty and mystery and sex.

And as you hoped, several of them are marked with the 'Chanel' brand.

You take your time looking over the bottles, selecting a dozen including all six of the Chanel bottles on display. You take them to the counter, shrugging as you lay them down.

"My mother collects these," you say with a shy grin, putting on your best Momma's boy act. "I always like to buy her some when I see them."

"Aren't you wonderful?" the woman gushes, ringing up the purchase and giving you change before wrapping the bottles in tissue and putting them in a bag. "There you are! I hope your mother is very happy. Come back and see us again soon." You smile diffidently and thank her as you leave, strolling back to your vehicle as your mind works through the scheme you have concocted.

The sight of Tony Dogs leaning on your vehicle stops your thoughts, and you **** a smile onto your face as you approach him.