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glass bottles. That’s the only reason there was a big bloody pool of the stuff spread out like a mini pond. The shattered glass was just an added bonus.
    Baja stared down at the arsenal of weapons attached around his waist. “I swear this is some serious A-Team shit. Not even Hannibal could have come up with this.”
    “I feel like a real dick,” Specs said.
    “You look like one,” Dax replied.
    There we were, ready to take on two or more heavily armed men with little more than a large selection of various sized dildos and Ben Wa steel balls. Now I know what you’re thinking. We were out of our minds? Look, to be fair we could have beaten them to death with a whole host of items on the shelves because there were lots of paddles, whips, chains, and various indigestible spiky items that looked as if they could do some serious damage. Why anyone would buy something like that for pleasure, though, was beyond me. But — each to their own.
    The upside was, if we did manage to lure them into our asinine plan, and overcome them, we had plenty of rope and gag balls to keep them quiet.
    “How did you guys talk me into this?” Ralphie asked.
    I stood back to take a look at them all. I could barely keep myself together.
    Besides the makeshift nunchucks that Baja insisted he make, he was sporting a black latex mask with a zipper for his mouth. Why? I’m still trying to figure that out.
    Specs, he was protesting as to why he had to wear nipple clamps. Jess told him they looked threatening. Really, there was no reason, other than the fact we were all getting a kick out of it.
    As for Ralphie, he just looked on as if he had entered an episode of The Twilight Zone .
    Dax stood off to one side. There was no way on God’s green earth that he was going to touch any of that shit. Now I would like to say that was it, but just for added measure, Jess had armed Ralphie, Specs, and Baja with three hard black paddles. Each one had glow-in-the-dark words engraved on it. Ralphie’s said SLUT, Specs’s was SLAVE, and Baja was BITCH.
    After seeing that I nearly lost it.
    “Right, so everyone knows the plan. Let’s get to it,” Dax said, shaking his head in disbelief.
    With no power, and the only light coming in from the moon outside, it offered the perfect amount of cover. They had positioned two men on the outside. Ralphie’s job was to try and convince them that he had information Isaac would want to know. He banged on the door. The men obviously had strict instructions not to open the door so they didn’t respond initially. That’s when it was proposed that I would start a fight with Ralphie. Of course we still had to pretend that our hands were tied. I began shoving Ralphie hard into the glass door.
    “Keep that up, we’ll put a round in you,” one of the men said from the other side.
    “You don’t understand, he’s trying to kill me. For the love of God and all things holy, help me.”
    They weren’t stupid. When they cracked the door they didn’t rush in. They had small lights on the end of their assault rifles. As much as I found our plan amusing, this was deadly serious. One bullet was all it would take and it would be lights out. At the sound of the door creaking open we rushed back into the darkness of the room. The noise of our struggle was loud as we charged into aisles knocking over anything that wasn’t nailed down.
    Their gun barrels swept around trying to pinpoint us as we moved back and forth. They had to enter if they wanted to get a better look at where all of us were positioned.
    “Get on the floor. Now,” they yelled.
    We ignored their commands and I pushed Ralphie into an aisle that was just out of view of the doorway. It was enough to make them think they could stop it. That’s when they ran inside. What happened next occurred fast.
    Besides them slipping on the pool of oil.
    Dax, Specs, and Baja had been either side of the doorway crouched down. The attack was fast, vicious, and I have to admit,