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cigar dangling from his lip as she had imagined, but a woman younger than Rachel with spiked white-blonde hair and piercings in her eyebrow, nostril and lip.
    She grinned at Rachel and nonchalantly asked her how she could help. Rachel stammered, “Oh I’d like to see, um, that is, you know…” she muttered something unintelligible.
    The woman answered in a loud voice, “What? I couldn’t hear you.”
    “Um,” Rachel leaned over close to the woman and whispered, “dildos.”
    The young woman grinned at Rachel’s obvious discomfiture. Pointing to the row of real-looking penises lined up like toy soldiers, she said, “Check these out. We just got ‘em in and we can’t keep ‘em in stock! Feel just like the real thing! Or so I’m told. I prefer girls myself.” Again the broad grin as Rachel blushed.
    To hide her embarrassment Rachel turned toward the row of flesh-colored phalluses. They were arranged by size, from reasonable to ridiculous and each one had its own set of authentic-looking veins and ridges, complete with a set of balls at the base. Gingerly she reached out and touched a medium-sized cock.
    “Go ahead, pick it up. It won’t bite!”
    Hesitantly Rachel picked it up, blushing an even darker red, determined to pretend an ease she didn’t feel. Rachel touched the penis, wrapping her fingers around its shaft, not able to resist wondering what it would feel like when she used it on herself. She had never hesitated to masturbate and indeed did it almost every night. But she had never considered buying an aid like this. She looked at the price tag. Eighty-five dollars! That was ridiculous! Quickly she set it down and wandered around the store, eyes wide.
    She was intrigued with the whips and riding crops displayed along the walls. Did people really use these things? What would it be like, to feel the sting of that leather against bare skin? Absently Rachel rubbed her bottom through her new jeans.
    Remembering Richard’s directive, she focused on the dildos, checking out all the cheaper models including the battery-operated ones, which looked a little menacing to her. She couldn’t imagine sticking that hard plastic phallus into herself and turning it on!
    Her eye was drawn back to the real-looking dildos the salesperson had recommended. Maybe it wasn’t so extravagant after all. Wasn’t she worth eighty-five dollars? After all, she’d just spent a fortune on all those new clothes and shoes. What was another eighty-five dollars? Again she picked up the medium-sized penis and before she could change her mind she said, “I’ll take it.”
    * * * * *
    “Did you do as I asked?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tell me.”
    Rachel snuggled against the chair, taking a sip of the wine next to her. “Well, I went to the mall and bought all the stuff. Then I came home and—”
    “Whoa, back up! I want to hear details. How did it make you feel to try on the sexy underwear? What do your new dresses look like? Tell me about the sex boutique.”
    Taking a deep breath she jumped right in, trying to make the description amusing, leaving out her own discomfort and embarrassment. Richard laughed and said she had done beautifully and he was proud of her. Rachel smiled happily. For some reason his approval was becoming essential to her.
    “Have you used it yet?”
    Rachel flushed. In fact the moment she’d gotten home, Rachel had unwrapped the soft plastic toy from its purple tissue paper and washed it in the sink. She’d taken it with her to her favorite chair. Unbuttoning her jeans, she had slid them down her legs. Pulling her panties down, she touched the soft plastic cock to her entrance. As an afterthought she added a bit of the personal lubricant to its head and tried again. Carefully she had pushed the tip of it in, shifting to accommodate it.
    At first she was tentative, afraid she might hurt herself. She’d always had a vague apprehension of foreign objects, like the gynecologist’s speculum, entering her body. Yet