Wild Child

that’s like the ultimate foreplay.  And neither of us knows how much we can take before we give in.

But wading through every sweetly torturous moment is half the fun.

“So they are meeting us there, right?” I ask Cami, who’s sitting in the passenger seat of my car, fiddling with her phone.

“Yes.  For the millionth time yes!  They’re supposed to be there by 1:30.”

“Okay,” I say with a smile.   Cami’s turns her attention right back to her phone and types something out furiously.  “Just what the hell are you doing?”

Cami’s head jerks up and she glances guiltily at me, shielding her cell phone against her chest.  “Nothing.  Why?”

I gasp.  “You’re sexting!”

“Am not.”

“Are, too!  You are a dirty little sexter!  Don’t even bother to hide it. Your cheeks are blood red and your pupils are huge!”

Cami grins.  “Are they really?”

“Ohmigod, you two are horrible!”

“You say that like you don’t do it.”

“I haven’t texted Rusty one naughty thing since you told me what we were doing with this no sex thing.”

“Really?  I’m impressed.”

“You should be, you cock-blocking gutter snipe!”

“Cock-blocking gutter snipe?” she laughs.

I giggle.  “I don’t know where in blue blazes that came from.  See what a lack of sex does to me?”

“I figured you’d have caved already.  You’re not the celibate type.”

“Neither are you.  At least not where Trick’s concerned.”

She smiles wider.  “He does make it awfully hard to do without.”

My sigh is wistful, as thoughts of Rusty’s talented…parts come to mind.  “Gotta love a man with magic in his pants.”

At 1:22, Cami and I are pulling into the parking lot outside the Crazy Clown Costume Shoppe in Summerton.  It’s the nearest more-than-one-horse city to our hometown of Greenfield, South Carolina.  We get out and walk to the door, both of us stopping to stare at the cardboard cut-out standing on the sidewalk like a proud, bipolar sentry at the shop entrance.

The guy is wearing a fuzzy red wig, a squishy red nose and his face is painted white with a big, black smile around his mouth. From neck up, he’s a clown.  But from waist down, it’s a different story.  He’s wearing a Chippendale bow tie, forearm cuffs like Conan the Barbarian, underwear with an elephant trunk at just the right place and chaps to finish him off.  He’s sort of a costume clusterfu—.

“Please God, tell me you didn’t pick any of this for Trick,” Cami pleads as we approach the door, interrupting my thoughts.

I giggle.  “Well, not all of it.”

She looks at me from the corner of her narrowed eyes and I smile as angelically as someone like me can smile.

A chime sounds as we walk through the door.  A short, olive-skinned, small-framed guy dressed in full drag—and I mean full drag—greets us from near the cash register.

“Welcome, ladies,” he says with something similar to a lisp.

His clothes are girly enough—pink sequined mini dress, black feather boa, black fishnets, pink polka dot platforms—and the silky, straight pink wig even matches.  But it’s the flat masculine nipples visible above the plunging neckline of the dress that gives the clerk’s gender away.  That and the bulge about six inches below his navel.

“I’m Loretta.  Can I help you find something?”

Loretta?

What I’d thought was a female smoker’s voice over the phone was apparently…not.  Loretta is a man.

“I’m Jenna. I called a few days ago about some coordinating costumes.”

Loretta throws his hands in the air and his mouth forms an O of excitement.  “Oh, girl!  I’ve been waiting for you.  I can’t wait for you to see what I got in for the guys.”

Platforms and all, Loretta races toward me and takes me by the hand to start towing me toward the back of the shop.  Quickly, I reach out and grab Cami’s wrist.  If I go, she goes.

The back wall of the store is lined with rows and rows of rolling metal racks.  Loretta doesn’t stop until we are in the far right, rear corner facing a rack parked under a sign that reads Theopolis.

“I already pulled aside two or three different sizes in all the costumes you asked for.  I brought ‘em back here with the ladies’, just to keep ‘em straight.  It’s the only thing I like straight,” he says with a wink and an elbow to my ribs.  “They start at large and go through two X.  I know how big these corn-fed country boys can be.”  He waggles his eyebrows comically and delicately slaps my shoulder.  I laugh outright.

“Well you know your men,” I say, stating the obvious.  “Most of the ones coming in are pretty husky.”

“Mmm, I love me some husky,” Loretta says with a wicked grin.  “Now which one of you gets what outfit?  Wait!  Don’t tell me.  Let me guess.”

Like the expert that he obviously is, Loretta describes exactly what I had envisioned us wearing.

“Damn, Loretta, you’re good!” I say in awe.

“Girl, I own a costume shop. I’ve got an eye for the inner beast,” he says confidently.

“Well, two of the guys should be here in a few minutes. They’re the two that are giving us the most trouble about the costumes.  You know how pig-headed men can be…”

Loretta rolls his eyes.  “Mmm mmm, don’t I know it?”

“So we’ve decided to put on a little show for them so that maybe they’ll be a little more…agreeable.”

Loretta’s eyes light up.  “Oh, a costume montage?  Sign me up!”

“I was thinking something a little more…private.”

Loretta smiles.  “Not that I don’t appreciate what you’re thinking, but this is a public business.”

“Oh, not that private.  I was just thinking maybe put on a little show for the boys.  You know, get them a little more excited about dressing up.  And seeing us all dressed up.”

“Ohhh, I see where you’re going.  Start the engines up.  Get the appetite going.  Girl, I like where you’re head’s at. And I think the dressing rooms in back will work just fine.”

I hear the chime of the front door and my pulse skips.  That has to be them.

Loretta yips in excitement.  “That must be them.  You girls go on back,” he says, pointing to a curtained door.  “There are two separate rooms you can use for fitting.  Ms. Theopolis, you go left.  Honey, you go right,” he says, speaking to Cami.  “I’ll roll the whole cart back there when I show your guests to you.”  His eyes are bright and sparkling.  It’s easy to see that he really loves his job.  And men.  Hot, corn-fed men.

“Sounds good,” I say, grabbing Cami’s hand.  “Come on, woman.  We’ve got some torture to inflict.”

Before we disappear, I loud-whisper to Loretta before he’s out of ear shot.  “Loretta!  I get the red- head.”

He nods and gives me a wink.  Cami and I are both smiling on our way through the curtain.

CHAPTER SIX- Rusty

I doubt many things would’ve surprised me more than the man in drag who greeted me and Trick at the door of the costume shop.  I think my mouth was still hanging open when he pushed us to the rear of the store and through a curtain to where Jenna and Cami were waiting.  Somewhere.

“I’m Loretta,” the guy says by way of introduction.  “I’ll be your host for this afternoon’s display.  Can I get