“You know, Zoe,” Chris was saying, “when I suggested you start a men’s line as well as a women’s line of clothing for your fashion label, I didn’t intend it as an invitation to use me as a pin cushion.”
Zoe tilted her head to the side and smiled.
“Aww, you look gorgeous, honey.”
“I’m a dancer not a model.”
“It won’t be long,” put in Zoe’s designer friend, Loretta.
Chris muttered something unintelligible.
“What was that?” asked Zoe.
“Nothing. I suppose you plan on exposing our kids to this too?”
Zoe laughed.
“Well, I never dressed up dolls much as a child, so I guess I’m making up for lost time.”
“Oh great. Now I’m a Ken doll.”
“Nah, Ken’s got blonde hair.”
“I don’t know,” Loretta commented, “I’ve seen Ken dolls with dark hair.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Hmm.”
“I don’t like where this conversation is going,” Chris said.
“You don’t have to like it,” Loretta replied. “Done.”
The two women stood back.
“Oh there’s got to be a full-length mirror somewhere,” Zoe said. “You look totally sexy, darling. You really should see this.”
“I think I can wait until after these pins have been replaced with stitching.”
“You don’t complain much do you?” Loretta scorned.
“You’re not often on the receiving end of your pins, are you?” Chris retorted.
“Don’t you two start fighting again,” Zoe cut in. “Okay, you can take it off now Chris.”
“And try not to mess up the pins,” Loretta warned.
“Shove it up your -”
“Chris!”
“Sorry.”
“And that better not be a smirk on your face, Loretta.”