“You alright in there, love?” Sheila could hear the smirk in the shop assistant’s voice. “You want a bigger size?”
“I’m good, thanks.” She wished she hadn’t been panting as she said it. Why leopard print? It made any wearing it look like a cheap bit from Essex. Oh well, if Bob liked it…
She yanked again. The cut-outs in the slinky costume, supposedly revealing sexy glimpses of her should-be-svelte body, were just another place for the fat to flop out. Was she seriously supposed to go out in public in this? “What we do for love!” she muttered.
“Sheila, girl, you seen this one?” Bob’s calloused hand came through the curtain.
“That one?” Was he taking the piss? It was a one-piece, but then so was the leopard print. This one though was dark blue and, instead of cut-outs, it had a pretty little skirt with tiny strawberries dotted all over it. “You really like it?”
“Yes girl, I do. Don’t know what you’re trying on in there, but this one, it’s really lovely. Reminds me of when we first met.”
Well, she couldn’t fault him on that. He’d been the judge who had awarded her strawberry scones first prize at the village fete. Sheila slipped the swimming costume off the hanger and checked the size. It was perfect. After a struggle she had the leopard print off, she’d never wanted it anyway. To know Bob didn’t either, well that just made her day.