i happened by a victoria's secret the other day and popped in to see what was going on.
i got the feeling my presence wasn't all that well received, but i always get that feeling, even at those welcome centers along state highways.
so i figured it was just me, not them, and snooped around some because that's what i do when i'm not writing or doing something else.
now, i don't know who this victoria is, but by the looks of her underwear, she must have a helluva secret, which was just the sort of thing that got all my curiosity juices all nuts.
but i'm here to tell ya, this is one secret women are keeping to themselves.
no one was talkin'.
especially the salesladies because i asked them about it at least a dozen different ways to no avail.
instead, they had mall security escort me out, as if i were trying to compromise some sort of national super double secret probation operation.
what could it be?
what is vicky hiding?
if i had to guess, i'd lean towards something involving unsavory, night-naughty intrigue.
but that's just me letting my imagination run crazy like.