Pocketbook Women 소설 & 이야기

Not exactly. “I’ll pay whatever’s left,” the woman behind Lube Dude says. She’s middle-aged, no makeup, sloppy ponytail and sports shoes that have never seen the surface of any track or indoor court. She wants to buy a pack of tampons, a bottle of aspirin, a box of cheese-flavored crackers, and the obligatory bread, eggs, and milk, of course. Still, it isn’t hard to tell why she’s testy. “Five,” my mother says, ignoring her. “Six.”

" Hubby ... so ... when will we go to the city . It's been two months since we go to the city. " " I will send a deer to the village director and few pastries with snacks tomorrow . I'll ask the recognition letters from him . What do you want to buy in the city baby?" " Bedding , books and we'll few things. " She won't tell him that she wants to buy the woman's pad and her inner clothes. It's so embarrassing . " Just tell me if you lack something in your space . You know , my space can duplicate anything . " " Woman's necessities ."

THE LAST THING I EXPECTED was to be accosted by a couple of women. One was blond with dark eyebrows, the other had dark hair piled high in a bee-hive with a tattoo on her neck—some kind of Chinese symbol. They wore jeans, t-shirts with the sleeves and midriff area ripped off, and metal studs in both their navels and lips—like many of the women you’d run into at Walmart. I saw Martha’s hand moving slowly toward her cell phone.

I walked up to a lady looking 28 years old. "Ms.? I've never bought a phone before... What phone should I get. She looked back at me, and said. "You should get the XMZ for your first phone. It has a lot of memory space, and you can fit it in your pocket. It's a decent size when you open it, but it folds in half. It has a touch screen too, so you can play games on it."

" There are certain things a Luna has no say in." "Like what, your highness?" The direction of the voice made me wonder who it belonged to. I turned, just to come face to face with a woman , older then me. A golden cress of a bear and a wolf huddled together adorned the top right breast Pocket of her baby green power suit. A lot of quick glances showed she was saying high boots the same colour of her jumpsuit. "I actually think it's necessary we get your opinion on this." Talk about, women screaming power.

My entire hand vanished, almost up to the mid-forearm inside the front of my own trousers. My jaw unhinged. My eyes went wide as saucers. "By... by the ancient gods above," I gasped, wiggling my fingers inside the dark abyss. Pockets. Deep, functional pockets! In Windsmoor, noble ladies were forced to hide secret messages beneath their wigs or hire small servant boys to carry their velvet purses like pathetic beggars. A woman's garment was designed strictly for display, devoid of practical storage. Yet here, in this strange realm of paper money and moving paintings, the tailors had committed an act of pure genius.

The woman looked her up and down and praised, “You’d look good in any style. We should learn from women abroad. Be more open-minded in this regard and don’t be shy. Why don’t you buy two kinds? Do you need any other accessories?” She took out two sets. Penny did not dare to look at the styles and quickly stuffed them into her bag. She paid by cash and hurriedly walked out with her head down. When she got back to the car, her heart was pounding. She tossed her bag onto the passenger seat and took a deep breath.

First, she requested that her designer, Vera Wang to add a small detail to her wedding dress. A hidden pocket as a last minute addition, designed to be barely noticeable near the waistline of her dress. Feigning a spoiled rich kid attitude, she explained to Vera that she could not live without her cellphone. And the best way to keep her a.k.a. the bride from panicking is to ensure that her cellphone is always close to her, but hidden from everyone else. Vera complied obligingly to her last minute request. The pocket is designed to not only house her phone, but also some cash and cards so that she could pay for her escape.

" She quickly walks out and enter the bookstore beside the stationary shop . In twenty minutes , she take almost two hundred books from children book to ,middle school book , to high school references book to the few books about medicine . She pay everything and ask the store keeper to send his workers to deliver the book to the hotel with her name and her room number. She also gives a hundred yuan to the delivery boy . As she enters the stationary shop everyone had make a line so the counter lady can added all the amounts but fill everything in the school bag that bought. After twent minutes the woman in the counter finish added all the school equipments .

The women in the crowd went nuts. “It has three speeds, even reverse. It’s waterproof. And this little do-hickey on the front? It vibrates in all the right places. I guarantee it won’t move on you at the moment of truth. It stays exactly where you want it. For as long as you want it. This here is a girl’s best friend because it can go all night without complaint…or until the batteries run out. And you don’t need a man with this bad boy around.” Half the women cheered; half booed.