“Of course your husband is welcome at our new salon. As the ‘head’ stylist, I offer wet shaves, head massages and blow drys. How about I give him a complimentary demo later tonight?”
At the end of the party, despite her drunken stupor, she knew exactly what I meant when I said her sleeping husband didn’t need to know she was “hanging out” late with his best friend
“Enjoying the corner party for one?” I asked sarcastically.
“Not especially,” she snorted, throwing a look across the room. My husband’s ditched me to boast about cars and money, and the other wives are such airheads.”
“Well,” I stepped in, “What if I told you that it’s not cars or money, but intelligent, bored wives that get my willy waving…?”
His perfect Stepford wife dresses carefully each morning and waves him off from their doorstep…and then waves me in to carelessly undress her and robotically ruin the perfection
