The Lingerie Salesman's Worst Nightmare ~upd~ -

And the nightmare isn’t the request. It’s that she never blinks. Not once.

But her — the woman who walks in at 7:55 on a Friday night, ten minutes before closing — she’s different. the lingerie salesman's worst nightmare

She then asks to try on a waspie corset, a sheer babydoll, and a leather garter belt — for the wake . And the nightmare isn’t the request

“I need something for my husband’s funeral,” she says, flat as a mannequin’s face. “He liked red.” a sheer babydoll

Derek’s mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

His name is Derek, and he’s worked at “Velvet & Lace” for three years. He knows cup sizes at a glance, can spot a bad underwire from ten feet away, and has never once made a customer feel uncomfortable.