The matching sour expressions were a good clue about that. Her words solidified my anger, gave it focus. ‘Yes,’ her sister agreed. ‘Regan had s...ch potential and was such a great disappointment to her mother. She married well enough but her other habits,’ she tsked disapprovingly. I wondered angrily, which of my failings she meant. God knows I’d had enough of them to piss my mother off. ‘I mean, really! She’s one of those drug sniffing hippies,’ Sister A chortled. I almost laughed. She. She said later, she got up to pee, and looked out the window to see what the weather was like. She had looked down to the street, and there was dear hubby "out for a walk" and going in the "XXX store". Anyway, I was oblivious to all that as I walked into the dark, sleazy establishment. It was the usual set-up with dirty videos and magazines in front and dildos of all sizes and shapes on the other wall. The woman behind the counter was older and fat with large boobs sticking out of her. Others were being pierced.In places of their bodies that made me shrink just looking. My wifewalked over to a pair of men that were busy working. They stopped tolisten to her. Both of them, obviously very gay, were so correct andpolite listening to my wife. Even the customer on whom they were workingwas listening to her. She was using her hands to explain something.Every few minutes, they would turn to look at me from afar and smile asif understanding what she wanted. They finally nodded, shook. What made things worse was that my desk was adjacent to the front door, so I had to deal with all of them.It was nearly evening, and everyone else was gone for the day when the two of them entered the office. I was on the phone with a client helping him with a payment when they strutted in. Both were bleach blondes wearing their short skirts and tank-tops like it was the boardwalk.As I listened to my customer's payment information, they sat in the chairs across from me. One of them caught my.