“Just clarify for me,” I say, pushing my hand through my hair. “What exactly is the company policy? Is it one person per changing room? Or is it no sex in the changing room? Because there’s a lot of wriggle room in between those two, if you know what I mean . . . Like, can I feel her up in the changing room? Can we go to third in the changing room? What are we working with here?” I don’t even need to look at Parks to know she’s blushing— she is—but so is the shop girl, who eventually manages to wring out of herself an apologetic smile.
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