Lady Julia Goes Christmas Shopping

It has been a while since I have guest written on Lady Julia's blog. After reading her entry from earlier today and then accompanying her shopping, I felt I was the one best qualified to tell this tale.

Before I begin I must disagree with some of her earlier statements. Lady Julia as always has been too modest regarding her appearance. She's a very attractive woman with gorgeous hair, eyes that one could get lost in, and full lips that a man can easily imagine kissing for a very long time. Even more appealing than her appearance is her personality. She's mesmerizing with everyone, child and adult.

Most of her shopping of today transpired at the book store. She's fond of reading and she loves encouraging that same appreciation in her nieces and nephews. When we arrived, we saw several acquaintances in the book store coffee shop so we stopped to say hello. As usual we were soon entangled in conversational topics ranging from politics to cooking to the best in children's authors. Lady Julia was of course the one guilty of steering the conversation to children's literature. One gentlemen present was an elementary school teacher and I watched as she smiled up at him, rested her hand on his forearm, and remarked that she was so glad he was there to offer his expert advice on books for the boys. Snap! He was up like a jackrabbit heading back to the children's section to search for a variety of treasures to bring to the coffee shop to show her. She was so delighted with his selections and so "pleased" by his efforts that another gentleman, a retired man with three granddaughters, allowed that he was sure he could match his younger friend's efforts and offer suggestions for the nieces. It was difficult for me not to grin because I have been in that situation so many times.

After she finished selecting her treasures, we headed to the counter to check out. She paid, smiling and chatting with the weary clerk who after a few moments of brief banter was leaning forward and telling her confidentially about an upcoming sale in which she would be able to save several dollars on some of her selections. Even though it would create more work, he offered to allow her to return them now and repurchase them later at a less expensive price. She smilingly declined but promised to consult him in a few days about some "special" books she wanted to order. She remarked later that this gentleman was one who had assisted her in the past in ordering some books of a more kinky nature than those found in our local store. She leaned forward, winked, and whisperingly thanked him for being such a good boy.

It wasn't until we were in the car and on the way to another store that I realized *I* had carried the books to the counter and also to the car without her even asking. There was never any assumption on her part that it would be any different. She'd accomplished the majority of her shopping with men obliviously doing all of the work and very happily doing so.

Bill