Saturday NIght

So I'm in the "Dress Barn" with Mrs D.O.M. We're loaded. Dresses? What's not to like. But when your Doc "Friggin" Manly you got no business being in a dress store with a bunch of dames. They don't even have a bloomer section. I'm trying to get Vicki to steal a dress but she's having none of it. What the hell are we doin in Kittery anyway? I wonder if any one of these broads wants me to take my shirt off and show them my new tattoo. Vicki stops me. I giggle like a school girl and do my "Duke Wayne" saunter to a rack of skirts over by the dressing room. After about five minutes of pretending to thumb through the rack I notice Mrs D.O.M. has left the store. That bitch!