We'll take this one.

The laughter from the salesladies echoed in Glenn’s ears, but his mother seemed unfazed. She tapped her fingers against the counter, making her final decision.

"We’ll take this one," she said, holding up the white thong with red polka dots—the one Glenn had just tried on.

Glenn stiffened. "Wait, what?!"

His mother looked at him. "It wouldn’t be sellable to anyone else after you tried it on. It’s only practical to buy it."

Jenny grinned. "Great choice!" She tapped at the register. "And since you’re such a good customer, I’ll throw in a little discount."

Glenn barely heard them. His head was spinning. He had been hoping to never see that swimsuit again, but now, it was his.

Jenny printed out the receipt and handed his mother a small paper bag. "Here you go! This is for our little guy."

Glenn cringed as she emphasized little. His mother took the bag without a second thought, slipping it into her purse.

"Thanks for all your help, Jenny," his mother said, pulling out her phone. "We should exchange numbers. You’ve got a good eye for this stuff."

"Absolutely!" Jenny beamed, quickly typing in her contact info.

Glenn’s heart sank. The last thing he needed was for his mother to have a direct line to Jenny for future shopping trips