item, as unbelievable as I could find it, that would
embarrass me to buy. Vibrators that could guide missiles
and ass plugs with horsetails on them hadn't made me
blush, but this smal bottle had turned my cheeks to fire.
I looked into his face. 'This is for women who can't have
orgasms, right?'
He shrugged and wouldn't take the box from my hands.
'It's supposed to help.'
'Do I…do I look like I need help? With…that?'
I have been checked out and dismissed by women who
knew how to cut me down with no more than a glance, but
I've never been so thoroughly dissected visualy by a guy.
Guys look. They find the parts they like and linger there
and maybe they turn away if there's not much to hold
them, but most often, in my case, they'l look again if for no
other reason than I have al the right parts where they're al
supposed to go.
This guy looked. And looked some more. He took me in
from every inch and then went over them al again. When
he settled, finaly, on my face, he shrugged again. 'Sweetie,
he settled, finaly, on my face, he shrugged again. 'Sweetie,
fuzzy panties aren't going to get you off. This wil.'
The 'sweetie' gave it away, but guessing he didn't like girls made me feel only marginaly better about the fact he
thought I looked like a woman who didn't know how to
come. I closed my fingers over the box. I lifted my chin
and blew out a slow breath that did nothing to cool my
cheeks.
'Fine,' I said through gritted teeth. 'I'l take it.'
At the register, he rang me up while he chattered about the
dancers on the other side, and how on Monday nights they
had 'boys,' if I was interested. He slipped the box into a plain brown bag and swiped my credit card, peering at my
name like he wanted to imprint it on his brain.
I kept my head high, even though my signature skidded on
the paper from the shaking of my hands. I was sure he'd
question it, but that would've only added to my
embarrassment, which was why I was here. Wasn't it?
In the parking lot, I took long, shalow breaths to clear my
head. The brown bag, spotted with sweat from my palms,
got tossed immediately into the backseat. I put my hands
flat on the roof of the car and took another few breaths.
flat on the roof of the car and took another few breaths.
Night had begun to drift over the parking lot while I was
inside. I hadn't thought I'd come out in darkness, but
spring is tricky that way. You think you have another few
minutes in the sun and you end up stubbing your toe
because the twilight hides the rough spots on the
pavement.
I needed a drink in the worst way, my throat so dry now I
could concentrate on it and not my molten face. Sensations
