Every sentence plunged me into a new level of shame and humiliation, but I just stood there and put up with it. “I’ll let Richard know if I do get some in.” the lady said. Neither my aunt nor I knew who she was talking about, until she said, “My son… Rick Mason… you work with him.”

Oh god! I thought. He’s my line manager! “Oh… er… yes.” I said as the lady passed me a pale pink bag with Mason’s Lingerie emblazoned on it.

I muttered a thank you and the lady said “Please call again!”

“Oh we certainly will.” my aunt said as we headed towards the door