“If I may be so bold, Missus Stewart, I believe I can improve on Kilt Korner, knowing the limits of the stock they can offer. Pretty Kilting, of which I am the proprietress, lays more emphasis on the sweet appearance of the kilted boy.”
Even though his face is turned upwards, Melvyn manages to look at the polished floor of the mall. His heart jumps when he finds himself being asked: “You are wearing a petticoat, Melvyn, but what are you wearing underneath it?”
“I – I’m w-wearing a pair of kn-n-nickers, ma’am.”
“Ah, that’s nice. How sweet for you, to have girls’ knickers around your sex.”
Maureen Stewart angles her head at such a direct approach. Whatever will this woman say next?