and Glenn said "No"

“…Can I say no?” he tried.

His mother smiled sweetly. “Of course.”

Relief barely had time to register before she added, “We’ll take both.”

Glenn’s stomach twisted. He had walked straight into that one.

Jenny giggled and walked over to the rack, plucking out the two swim thongs. She returned a moment later, holding them up triumphantly.

“Here you go! Now, go ahead and try them on,” she said cheerfully, pointing to a changing room—one that wasn’t near the swimsuits but instead nestled behind the lingerie section.

Glenn hesitated. The thought of walking through the lingerie section, in this, was beyond humiliating.

But he had long since learned that resisting his mother was not a good idea.

Swallowing his pride, he took the white polka dot thong and **** his feet to move.

As he walked, he felt the stares of a few passing women. They didn’t say anything, but their expressions spoke volumes. What was a grown man doing in this part of the store?

By some miracle, he reached the changing area without collapsing from embarrassment. There was a lone saleslady stationed there.

She frowned. “Sir, this area is for trying on swimsuits and lingerie only. Boys aren’t allowed.”