Dean scoured the store in search of an ensemble to fit his Jenny. So be it to his suprise he finds a bottle simply labeled 'Hair Cream', and yet there was a full set laying in plain view. Surely there wasn't a mishap here.
Dean had been constantly aware of Jenny complaining of being hairy in unwanted places. Her armpits and crotch sported more hair than apparently she desired, though Dean couldn't find any problem with either when presented with it. Secretly, Dean wished, that she were actually more hairy, especially down there. Somehow Dean found great satisfaction in a hairy crotch; it's something he simply chalks up to a matter of opinion.
Dean presented the cream to the salesman. "Exactly why do you have this in your shop?" he asked.
The salesman didn't take well to Dean's indignant tone, but passed it off as an inflection of suprise. After all, this was a clothing store. The old man began to reply, "I figured some customers might need a fix for a particular ensemble they're preparing to wear, and they might need a little touch up. Why not cut the hassle of locating the bottle at another store and instead sell it here?"
Dean mulled over this, and found it reasonable. "Very well, that makes sense. I'll take this cream, then."
"And that's all?"
"Yes it is."
"That'll be ten dollars then," the man smiled as he rung up the bill.