Corsets, padded briefs and a pair of massive fake breasts followed by a mess of black fabrics that untangled into three separate dresses.
He's a paranoid fucker nobody would be going near that suitcase. They were only there to keep the rest of the bag's contents out of view.
His dress shoes and button-downs came out first but were quickly discarded. I pulled out the two dresses I'd brought with me - both of them sluttier than anything I'd wear at home, but AC seemed to call for it - and my boyfriend started unpacking his bags. We arrived in Atlantic City one of the first Fridays of summer.