Undecided

"I, uh...." Sam stammers for words.

"Good point." Emma says with a smile and within seconds she's pulled her blouse off, dropping it to the floor standing in the middle of the hyper market with her bra on full display. Grabbing the dress she pulls it on over her head, before reaching under it, and pulling off her jeans too, doing a twirl in the dress.

Sam watches, his mouth almost agape as she leaves her shoes, blouse and jeans in the middle of the floor, moving to the end of the aisle where a helpful mirror is waiting, twirling herself in it.

"It's not bad." Emma says finally. "I'm not entirely sure that Mike would approve though. He doesn't like anything that shows too much skin."

"That's too bad." Sam finally manages to say, unsure how he's supposed to respond. Should he be supporting her husbands decisions here? Or supporting her? Then again maybe this is the sort of choice he probably shouldn't get involved in.