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The Dangers of Female Opticians
The Dangers of Female Opticians
So, before I went in, I had made my mind up. I wanted the cheapest frames. I did not
want UV protection, strengthened lens with scratch resistance, variable tints etc. I
wanted something which would allow me to see and have enough change out of £100
to get a Chinese Takeaway on the way home and perhaps a refreshing adult beverage
as well.
As it happens, the room was dark, she was as pretty as a picture and looked about
eighteen. I read the chart and was told that I did “very well”. When she got up close to
examine my eyes, she smelled like heaven and strawberry shortcake, and most of all
she laughed at my jokes. After it was over, she laid her hand gently on my shoulder
and led me to the rows of glasses.
“A mature man like you needs designer frames. They will make you look more
distinguished than you already are!”
What had earlier been rows and rows of spectacles was now a veritable Alladin’s
Cave. There were all shapes and sizes and colours. They taunted me with their
sexiness.
“Take me! Feel Me! Wear Me!”
I touched some, caressed others, got very close and personal with some more. I
wanted them all. There. Then!
OK so I am shallow and now £232 lighter! Who needs Chinese Takeaways and a
bottle of Hungarian Red when you are in love!