Jackson
and Ethan dropped their girlfriends off near the shops they wanted to go to and
everyone agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant two hours later.
"Hey
Corporal," Fran said as she leaned in the driver side window. "I know
your plan and I'll support you. But we'll have to move the wedding up."
"God
I love you!" Jackson said grabbing her for a sweet slow kiss. "We'll
get married before I go. I promise."
Fran
had tears in her eyes as the car drove away and Charli pulled her close for a
quick hug. "What's going on?"
"He's
volunteering to go to Vietnam today," Francesca whispered through the
tears that started to fall. "It's what he wants, so I won't even try to
stop him. But that doesn't mean I won't
be terrified the whole time."
"I'm
sorry," Charli sympathized. "You'll come visit while he's gone, to
keep yourself busy. You can stay for as long as you want."
"I
think that would be fun," Francesca said, wiping the tears away. "Now
let's go. We've got to buy some pretty things for you."
"Pretty
things?" Charli asked hesitantly. "What do you mean by pretty
things?" Did she mean dresses and makeup, or something more personal? The
next couple of hours could prove to be interesting.
"Lingerie,
underwear, nighties, whatever you want to call them. Things that will make
Ethan's jaw drop when he sees you in them. Things that will make him want to
get you out of it quicker."
Charli
laughed. "I'm not so sure I need to worry about that at this point."
"That
may very well be, but it's all part of the game. They like it when you showcase
the goods behind lace and ruffles. Take my word for it."
"Okay,
I guess," Charli sighed even though she was actually getting excited about
what her friend had planned. "I'm going to go home broke, aren't I?"
"I
won't let you spend too much," Fran assured, dragging her along. They
walked into a little shop with an entrance around the side of a mainstream
store. It was wall-to-wall underwear, bras, garters, and negligee.
"Wow!" Charli exclaimed. "This is amazing."
"I
know! Come on, let's start over there with the sleepwear," she suggested,
punctuating the words with air quotes.
Right
off the bat, Charli found three babydoll nighties, just like the ones she’d
always dreamed of wearing for Ethan, before they switched gears and headed to
the lingerie section. "This stuff is kind of sparse," she said
pulling a set off the rack. "This says it's my size but I don't see how it
would even fit. I'm not stick thin."
Fran
giggled. "It's not supposed to cover you up silly. It's supposed to
highlight all of that glorious soft flesh you have – that Ethan can't wait to
get his hands and mouth on, I might add."
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