Okay, so I have to tell you about my Victoria Secret story. If you recall, I bought my W a night-shirt with matching panties, and (among other things), a thong. Believe it or not, she kept the thong, although I don't think she's worn it yet. She wanted to return the night shirt because it didn't fit right. She bought a different shirt, and some long cotton lounging pants. She looks really cute in it. BUT, when I saw her in it for the first time, my eyes lit up, my mouth started to open to say something complimentary and she blurted out, "Victoria's Secret is for skinny, young women, not for me. I go there and feel old and fat. Don't buy me anything from there anymore." Ouch. Okay. So a little victory here, a little defeat there. We'll call it even. However, I did snoop into her underwear drawer and found some sexy-lacy-almost-thong-like panties she must have bought when she was there. Kewl.
