Poor James and his all too tight jeans! Wendy at least loosened them for him, unbuttoning and unzipping, because he really didn't need to wear them. Surely he had other appropriate attire that wouldn't be so constricting on his suffering wedding tackle. "You can do my toes," she announced grandly, with a lift of the vanilla scoop of her chin, all proud and royal - as if she were the second.
Look at all the fun things she had! The bath bomb smelled like jasmine and ylang ylang, very potent, but she wasn't going for that - she was going for the bottle of red polish as she bounced on the mattress in his room. "They need to be done anyway." And she was sure that James would do a better job than she would - either way, he was officially entering the 'my boyfriend paints my toes' club, wasn't it delightful?