Chapter 12: Cheetah

When Sue arrived at Chita’s garage/apartment, the band continued working on a song, and though funky like their other songs, this one seemed to rock harder, Chita really working her drum set. She also had a mic in which she sang back up, her voice also harder than the others. Chita smiled at Sue who nodded back with her own smile.

Since Fred was taping, Sue waited for the end of the song to ask her, “Where’s Donna?”

“Working,” Fred muttered.

Vetting Jan, Sue figured.

“Did she say to call her?” Sue asked.

“She did.”

“Then call her,” Sue suggested. “If she said it she meant it.”

“When they’re done.”

“We’re done, right ladies?” Chita asked, having bounded off her stool to greet Sue, though holding back embracing her.

“Sure,” the rest of the band agreed.

“I might need a ride,” Fred pleaded.

“She brought you here?” Sue asked.

“She said she’d pick me up.”

“Then call her,” Sue responded, beginning to understand Donna’s pulling back from the relationship. The woman seemed exasperatingly needy. Sue hid her exasperation.

Donna said she’d head there soon, but it would probably be at least a half hour.

“Let me talk to her,” Chita said, taking the phone from Fred. “Do you know Jake’s Barbecue?”

Both Fred and Donna let Chita know Donna was a vegetarian.

“They have great coleslaw and hush puppies,” Chita offered tongue in cheek, “unless you don’t mind eating crab.”

It turned out Chesapeake crab was one of Donna’s guilty pleasures, so they agreed to meet at the Crab Shack which Donna, like much of Baltimore, knew.

“You’re driving,” Chita told Sue. Heading to her van, Chita grabbed the garage door opener from it and placed it in her purse.

“You’re going to have to give me directions,” Sue said.

“You have GPS,” Chita smirked.

“Of course,” Sue laughed.

Outside, Chita commented, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“It’s one of a kind,” Sue told her proudly.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a prototype, except I don’t think there’s plans to make any more, so one of a kind.”

“Cool. Can I drive?”

“Okay,” Sue grinned.

“Keys?”

“You don’t need them.”

“Keyless,” Chita nodded.

Sue showed her the fob, a key actually dangling from it, the shaft odd being just a cylinder.

“JASI?” Chita asked.

“The company that created it.”

“Cool.”

Chita figured out how to pull the back of the driver’s seat forward to let Fred into the back seat before settling into her seat and Sue sliding into the passenger seat.

“Really comfortable,” Chita said, adjusting her seat forward.

“Back here too,” said Fred.

“Part of the design,” said Sue.

“Definitely not aesthetics,” Chita chuckled.

“I think Hoss is cute,” Sue argued.

“Hoss?” Chita chuckled again.

“What Gerry, her builder, calls her.”

“Hoss is definitely male. From where I come from it’s a derogatory term for a man too macho for his own good.”

“A dickhead.”

“Something like that.”

Chita started it up and heard the purr. “Oh man, I’m in love, even if she’s a dickhead.”

Everyone laughed.

“It’s a hybrid,” Sue told Chita.

“Even better,” Chita grinned. “Why not mass produce this?”

“The place does custom jobs, so it’s super expensive, and the way it looks...”

“Makes sense. So how did you get hold of it?”

“You remember the picture of my rich boyfriend I showed you?”

“Yeah?”

“He owns the company and Gerry’s his best friend. Gerry’s a woman by the way.”

“Looks like me supposedly,” Fred muttered.

“What do you want from Donna?” Sue asked her.

“What do you mean?” Fred asked defensively.

“If you want all of her, you’ll embrace too hard and she’ll slip right out of your arms.”

“All of me,” Chita sang. “Why not take all of me?”

“What’s that?” Sue asked.

“Sinatra. My grandad and my dad are fans. It’s like in the family. I imagine Hoss plays music.”

“Elijah, play Sinatra,” Sue commanded.

New York New York started.

“Elijah, play early Sinatra,” Chita changed things.

All or Nothing at All started playing.

“Close enough,” Chita chuckled.

“Fuck you,” Fred muttered.

“Whatever,” Sue also muttered.

“Elijah?” Chita asked.

“It’s proprietary.”

“I figured.”

“Tell me what Donna said,” Fred pleaded.

“Pretty much what she said to you,” Sue returned. “You need to ease back your attention, give her space to breathe.”

“I just thought...”

“What?” Sue asked.

“It’s like the first bloom of a relationship. You should want it all the time.”

“You’re not in high school anymore,” Chita pointed out. “And Donna most definitely isn’t.”

“Is it the rebound from your ex?” Sue asked.

“Probably. She hurt me.”

“It sounds like it.”

“Yeah. We actually were hot and heavy in high school. I mean this beautiful girl wanting me? I couldn’t believe it. My mom didn’t either, and she let me use my bedroom.”

“You came out to your mom?” Chita asked.

“Ever since I was sure. I knew my mom would be cool with it. Well, I wasn’t certain, but enough to risk it. My dad on the other hand would have been a total dick about it, but he wasn’t around much, and not at all once my sister graduated as if that made any difference. I think he wanted a son and got me instead and another daughter after me, but he ended up treating me like the son he never had, so what did he expect?” Fred grumbled a laugh.

“Anyway, I think my ex chose me because it was safe; she didn’t have to test the waters to see if I’d be interested like other girls. I kind of played the dyke card in high school, dressing like a guy basically, and I didn’t bother hiding the way I gazed at girls, including her.

“I ended up surprising her, you know, giving her a lot more than expected, so, yeah, we were hot and heavy for a while. A couple years, though things of course cooled down. Then she wanted me to take photos of her. I have a knack for it. And we did a whole video thing with her like walking down the catwalk you know. I even hooked up flashes so it was like people were taking her picture. I knew we were creating a portfolio for her, but I guess I’d thought she’d be local or if she went to New York, she’d bring me along.”

“What a bitch,” Chita growled. “But I find people are bitches no matter their sex, which is why I’ve never trusted anyone to be a girlfriend or boyfriend.”

“Never?” Sue asked.

“Nope. I’ve always been a free spirit and have been a working drummer since high school so kept busy with that. Just hook ups, and if anyone threatens to get serious with me I tell them to fuck off and if that doesn’t sink in, they soon see me with some other girl or guy. So yeah, I’m a bitch, and why anyone would want me for some serious relationship is beyond me. Like Groucho said, why would I want to be at a party where I’m invited. So did the bitch pay you back for her portfolio?”

“No,” Fred replied, “But I didn’t expect it. My mom’s got some money. My dad actually worked for her,” Fred snorts a laugh.

“So your mom sent him off on all these trips?” Chita asked.

“Probably,” Fred smirked. “It wasn’t like they were really together anymore even if they slept together. I don’t think they had sex since they conceived my sister. She told me he probably hires local talent to get off,” she grimaced.

“And her?” Sue asked.

“As far as I know she’s gone without, but she can be very private, so I don’t know.”

“Maybe she’s a carpet muncher too,” Chita suggested.

“Anything’s possible. She did say she was close with a girl who came out disastrously in order to explain her acceptance. So yeah, it’s possible.”

“Then why not ask?” Sue asked.

“Do you want to know anything about your parents’ sex lives?”

“Good point.”

“I really like Donna,” Fred murmured.

“She likes you too,” Sue replied.

“Except for the whole smothering thing.”

“Except for that.”

“Is it about being jealous?” Chita asked.

“Maybe. My ex sent me this long text telling me how she’d been fucking around with guys the whole time and then she got a new phone so that I wasn’t able to contact her anymore. I don’t know if she just wanted one more kick when I was down or she wanted to just sever the relationship by saying she hadn’t been all in.”

“Do you think it was true?” Sue asked.

“She’s a beautiful woman, and she hadn’t been a virgin when we met, so yeah, it’s definitely possible.”

“There’s the difference with Donna,” Sue presented.

“What do you mean?”

“You know she’s going to fuck someone else.”

“Joe.”

“The only man she’s been with in many years, and it’s occasional. Does that bother you?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you tell her that?”

“I told her I’d try to accept it.”

“They love each other, Fred.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would it? Joe doesn’t love me any less. They both enjoy it. Why would I want to take that away from either of them?”

“So I’m being selfish wanting to be with her.”

“The point is, if you’re being selfish, you won’t be with her. You’d think loving someone would mean making them happy.”

“I want to make her happy.”

“And you do. You’re about to go on a date with her. Believe me, she wouldn’t have had that happen if she didn’t want it, if she didn’t want you. But...”

“Why can’t I be the one to make her happy?”

“This is why I’m not big on relationships,” Chita cut in. “Always trying to make the other person happy so they’ll stick around. I’d rather just have fun, and the other person can just have fun. Let the serious shit happen just making a go of life, getting the scratch up, surviving. And having to deal with other people’s shit, like lover’s spats getting in the way of the music. Fucking should be about fucking and nothing else, no guilt or worry or jealousy getting in the way. Not having to pretend you’re anything else but yourself and expecting them to be anything else. It should be all about being in the moment.”

“The Zen of sex,” Sue giggled.

“It’s different with you guys,” Fred argued. “You go through a crowd of people and I bet you get hit on a bunch of times and the rest of them are thinking about it. You think that happens with me? Like my parents who aren’t any more attractive than I am, my dad probably had to buy his sex and my mom’s probably been without for years. And like I said I pinched myself when my ex wanted me, and then I made sure she’d continue wanting me.”

“You didn’t mind,” said Chita.

“I loved every minute of it. And with Donna it’s like the fucking reverse. I’ve fucking passed out with what she does to me. And I make sure I return it in kind.”

“But you’re afraid if she has options, she’ll leave you,” Sue suggested. “That’s why you want to hold on so tight.”

“Of course.”

“The thing is,” Sue explained, “and I don’t know if she told you, but you’re her type.”

“Ugly girls?”

“Butch girls,” Sue countered. “Girls with meat on them. And you’re not ugly. I could say you’re handsome with the whole butch thing, but it’s not exactly that. You have this presence, this charisma which comes from expressiveness, passion, and there’s this honesty, a sort of fresh faced look. Ugly is someone you want not to look at, but in a crowded room, you take the focus. Interesting looking almost sounds like an insult, but it’s more fascinating I think.”

“I certainly have no problem looking at you,” Chita agreed.

“Uhm, thanks I guess.”

“But the point is,” Sue continued, “Donna does want to be with you, even if she might have other people in her life. If you let her have her moments with others, she’ll always end up back with you. And in time, giving her that space and not smothering her, letting her get to know you at her pace, you could very well find yourself waking up with her beside you all the time.”

“Exclusive?”

“With one exception more than likely.”

“Joe.”

“Occasionally.”

Fred thought about it for a while, Sue and Chita giving her the space. Finally she decided, “I’d like to at least talk to her every day, just touch base or something.”

“Ask her if she’s okay with that,” Sue nodded.

“We do have great chats. I think it’s when I end up whining about not seeing her that probably grated on her. I’ll let her set that agenda unless there’s something I want her to do with me.”

“You could probably tell her that you miss her.”

“Which I do, so just being honest.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay. Thanks. Are you sleeping with her?”

“Since you got together? Just once,” Sue reluctantly admitted.

“You see that happening again?”

“Probably not, except ... maybe sometimes when she’s with Joe, and honestly it would be more for my benefit than theirs.”

“Really?” both Chita and Fred asked simultaneously, Chita giving Sue a sexy smirk.

“Uhm, yeah,” Sue blushed. “I kind of enjoy Joe’s skills with other women.”

Chita became even more animated in her sexy amusement, and more excitedly curious, to which Sue mouthed “Later.”

Thankfully Fred wasn’t curious enough to wonder where or how such observations happened, and simply responded, “Okay.”

Sue didn’t know how to respond verbally; even a simple thanks seemed to cede control to Fred as far as Donna’s love life, the whole point of the conversation being that Fred had become too controlling. Nevertheless Sue felt happy Fred had given permission.

“We’re here,” said Chita, enabling Sue to leave things without a response.

The place was packed, which actually ended up a good thing, because they’d have to wait for Donna anyway. About ten minutes after her arrival they finally sat at a table.

Sue found her first experience eating crab messy fun, and delicious. The place was raucous, tables mostly of families, parents and their kids, and the walls seemed to not have any deadening quality. That was fun too, though it made it harder to hear each other. It ended up separating things into two conversations, which was fine by Sue. She enjoyed Chita’s brashness.

“You like watching Joe fuck other women,” came from Chita fairly soon in.

“My first time with Joe was with Donna too,” Sue explained.

“And you just stood by and watched them fuck?”

“No. Donna was giving me head at the time.”

“Sounds like she’s very good at it,” Chita laughed.

“She is,” Sue grinned.

“So it wasn’t just Joe fucking her.”

“I’ve seen him with other women.”

“How’d that happen?”

“He ... records things.”

“How kinky!”

“He sort of needs it, or he did.”

“Needs it?”

“He has a hard time around people. Women have been the exception, but they’ve been rare, so...”

“He wanks to the recordings.”

“Yes.”

“And you?”

“I found out I like watching, but mostly him.”

“And other women?”

“Not always.”

“So you like watching yourself get fucked too?”

“I guess so.”

“You really are a kinky bitch!”

“I guess so.”

“You’re really challenging my vows of singleness.”

“I like you too, Chita! You want to meet him?”

“Joe?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Unfortunately he’s like pathologically shy, so I don’t know how it will go, whether he’ll be okay with you.”

“I’m willing to try if you are.”

“I very much am!”

They paused the conversation to gorge themselves. Later, Sue asked, “That was your song the band was playing.”

“What did you think?”

“It was stronger somehow. More powerful.”

“Louder?”

Sue laughed. “That too.”

“It’s why I had my misgivings about bringing them my songs, that and intruding on the dynamics of the girlfriend/songwriter thing. The bands I played in before were mostly hardcore metal. Just pounding the skins fast and hard, with abrupt changes in speed being like the virtuoso sort of thing.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No surprise,” Chita laughed. “We can listen to bands like that, but I don’t know if you’ll be into it.”

“Only one way to find out. You have one of those files of that music?”

“The whole timeline thing? Not really. It’s not the kind of music I like getting historical with, probably because when I kick back, it’s not the music I like to listen to. Sometimes when I want to get my blood flowing, I’ll throw on some of the progenitors of the music that I’ve always liked.”

“Sounds good.”

“It’s kind of fun educating you.”

“You’re definitely my favorite teacher.”

They both laughed.

“Anyway, what I was saying,” Chita returned to the original subject, “I thought my shit wouldn’t fit the Esthers’ sound, the more nuanced songs which I’m actually enjoying playing. But it ended up being like this really rich synthesis wherein I fit them into their style and yet it ended up still having this harder quality to it than the rest of the songs, and I think it ended up upping their game, maybe even changing things with their other songs, making them, I don’t know, more intense I guess.”

“I got that. I think it was the best I heard the band play. And I like that you’re singing too.”

“Just back up. I insisted. But they’re wanting me to do more singing with their other songs.”

“Cool.”

“You know it is cool. I mean from what Fred told me, just my drumming has made them sound better, and now with them incorporating my songs, I feel like I’m really helping them hit their stride. It’s like I’ve been an itinerant drummer for a long time, since the band I created in high school where the others in the band were pretty much shit musicians, but I got noticed and I got hired to replace some shit drummer like I did with the Esthers, and I’d move on and move up to supposedly bigger and better bands but things always went to shit with them or with me or both.”

“The musicians would hit on you?”

“Yeah, mostly. Early times I was a horny bitch and went with it, but that never worked out well, and then when I finally figured it out, there be a guy who didn’t get no. But other times it was just the band falling apart, getting strung out or just being complete assholes.”

“How many bands are we talking about?”

“Half a dozen, maybe more. I’ve been at it for a while. How old do you think I am?”

“I don’t know. Early twenties?”

“Twenty seven. Healthy living I guess,” Chita laughed.

“I prefer older women,” Sue grinned.

“And Joe?”

“Twenty nine.”

“Older men too.”

“So it seems. So you work out?”

“Drumming helps, but yeah. I got barbells at home and do calisthenics, but also I jog and hit the gym a couple times a week, sometimes to pick up a guy or girl for the weekend. No better pick up spot.”

“Joe’s friend Gerry’s got me in a regimen and Joe’s got this really great work out room.”

Donna finally broke in. “There’s a work out room at the Enterprise building, Sue, and I use the Y where there’s a nice pool. I heard you like to swim.”

Sue blushed. “Okay.”

“Also there’s a room at my condo, but it seems you’ll be moving out.”

“So Jan... ?”

“Vetted. I sent an email with an attachment.”

“I don’t even know if I want to pry.”

“You should, just to scope where Joe might be with her.”

“Okay.”

Everyone seemed to get quiet, concentrating on finishing their food.

After they finished and visited the toilet, all but Donna first as she waited to pay, and then the three waited for Donna outside, the four discussed plans.

“You guys want to come by the condo and have some smoke and some cognac?” Donna asked.

“Thanks, but we have plans to go shopping,” said Chita.

“This late?” asked Fred.

“The place will be open,” Chita grinned. “I need additions to my toy box to sate this kinky girl.”

Sue blushed.

“Sounds fun,” Donna grinned.

“It will be!”

“Us too,” Donna winked, and this time it was Fred who blushed. Donna had her hand in her purse and pulled out a couple joints, handing them to Sue who quickly stashed them in her purse. “You smoke?” she asked Chita.

“I have been known to indulge,” Chita smirked. “Thanks for that and for dinner.”

“Yeah, thanks, Donna,” said Sue.

“My pleasure,” Donna grinned. “So I guess I won’t be seeing you until tomorrow.”

“Probably not,” Sue agreed.

“You should probably call Joe just to say hi, and let him know I sent you the info on Jan and the condo.”

“I will.”

In Sue’s car, Chita driving, Chita suggested, “Light one of those suckers up.”

“You okay driving?” Sue asked.

“I’ll be fine,” Chita responded. “Might get lost a bit. I’ll set up the GPS just in case. Elijah, find Xtreme Boutique.” Chita spelt out the first word. The address appeared on the monitor. “Map it.”

“Elijah, call Joe,” said Sue.

“Calling Joe.”

“Hey,” Joe said after a couple rings.

“Turn left at the next intersection,” said a female voice.

“What’s that?” Joe asked.

“GPS,” Sue explained putting a finger to her mouth to keep Chita quiet.

“You’re driving?”

“Yep.”

“How is it?”

“Great!”

“Good to hear.”

“I just had dinner with Donna. She sent me the stuff on Jan and the condo. I haven’t had a look at it yet.”

“Good.”

“Any concerns?”

“She’s not you, Sue.”

“Then again who is?” she quipped.

Joe laughed. “True. Have a look at it and we’ll talk.”

“Joe?”

“She’s fine, Sue. Nothing from what Donna found makes me worry about you two sharing a condo.”

“But?”

“There’s nothing ... exceptional about her.”

“Did Donna include pictures?”

“Yes, she’s a beautiful woman, but...”

“I think she’ll surprise you, I mean in a good way. I admit I had my doubts. I thought she might be ... on the dense side. But I ended up finding her interesting with her own perspective on things which, like I said, will surprise you. I get what you said about being a college student doesn’t make you necessarily intelligent, or maybe bright’s the better word, as opposed to dull. I mean she’s not your typical student, her travails to get her BA and continuing with her starting her masters suggests she might not be a classical academic or even a high achieving one...”

Chita tapped Sue’s shoulder, making Sue pause the monologue, Chita miming smoking having her reach into her purse to grab a joint and hand it to her lover, who had a small Bic lighter to light it up.

“Go on,” Joe asked.

“But it gives her a unique perspective which she is cognizant of. There’s bitterness, which is completely understandable, but in that bitterness she showed me a deep, even philosophical self-awareness. She’s learned a lot about life as much or more than whatever book learning she’s had, and it’s given her a wisdom that is actually quite remarkable.”

“Okay, Sue, I’ll meet her.”

“In a couple weeks.”

“That’s fine.”

“Great. I miss you, big guy.”

“I miss you too, beautiful. When... ?”

“My evenings are getting busy. Maybe breakfast on Monday if you don’t mind meeting me in the VIP apartment.”

“Around nine?”

“Sounds good.”

“See you then. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The call ended and Chita handed Sue the joint which she’d been necessarily bogarting.

“Weird conversation,” Chita commented.

“Just Joe being Joe,” Sue replied after a moment, smoke emerging as she spoke.

“Hold onto it. It’s potent shit.”

“Okay.” Sue took another hit.

“So you want me to meet this weirdo.”

Another moment to reply. “I do, though I’m not sure when.”

“Bring him to the show.”

“That’s not possible. He doesn’t do crowds or individual people for that matter, but it does give me an idea.”

“What’s that?”

Sue took another hit and handed it off. After Chita had one more, she realized, “Where do we put the roach?”

“Good question.” Rummaging through her purse, Sue didn’t find anything.

“There’s a baggie in my purse with some Q-tips. Just dump them and use it,” Chita decided, wetting her finger and putting out the roach where it sat in her other fingers on the driving wheel. “You’re idea?” she asked, handing Sue the roach which Sue put in the small baggie and into Chita’s purse.

“I could film the show, or better yet have Fred give me a copy because she’s better at it, and then she could interview you.”

“She could interview us or we could interview each other while she shoots it, or, since Joe likes watching sex on video...”

“I don’t t think Fred would be up for that.”

“You never notice Fred’s ... interest in me?”

“No.”

“You know she’s been tracking me through at least a couple of my bands.”

“Because of your drumming.”

“If you say so.”

“She set you up with the Esthers.”

“I posted I was splitting the LA scene and thought I’d check out DC since it’s got a long heritage of great hardcore bands, one of which I’ll play for you once we no longer need the GPS. She posted back that I should check out Baltimore.”

“And the Esthers?”

“Yeah. A couple other bands too, but I could see where I might be needed. Their drummer was their weak link.”

“And she started filming them exclusively.”

“They’re a favorite of hers, but yeah, it’s suddenly become this whole documentary thing.”

“So she was hoping you’d be interested in her.”

“Unlike Donna, she’s not my type. I’m pretty superficial, partly because it’s never more than a short fling. The guy’s buff or at least cute and the girl’s hot like you, Red.”

“I seem to be following the same line as far as girls go,” Sue admitted. “Except for Gerry, who’s butch and heavyset like Fred, all muscles though. I enjoyed it, and in a way it was like breaking through the superficial and seeing her beauty.”

“If you say so.”

“What you’re saying is if the interview got hot and heavy and we got naked and went at it...”

“She’d probably be fingering herself and wanting to join us.”

“We could film it at Donna’s so Donna could help her out with that.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Chita laughed.

“It does doesn’t it?”

“We’re here!”

The place was large; two stories in an old warehouse building.

“There’s live shows to the right,” Chita explained when they entered.

“Live shows?”

“A woman behind glass and a man watches in a closed booth and masturbates. Depending what he spends, she can be naked and play with herself or shove dildos up her cunt. There’s like a phone where he can tell her what he wants.”

“You know this how?”

“I was told. The guy asked if we could fuck watching the girl. This was in LA. I decided I’d rather have real contact with a girl.”

“Makes sense.”

Chita pointed to booths on the other side of the long glass register area. “They show movies for the guy to masturbate.”

“Can’t the guy do that at home with the internet?”

“You’d think,” Chita shrugged.

They perused the large supply of dildos of various sizes, shapes and colors. Some were smooth while others tried to be anatomically correct with veins. “I should get my own,” Sue decided finding herself less nervous than she thought she’d be, maybe being exposed to a couple sets of toys already.

“You a size queen?” Chita giggled, lifting an obscenely thick fake penis.

“Looks painful,” Sue shook her head. “Ooh, a double headed dildo!”

“That never worked for me,” said Chita.

“Why not?”

“I prefer strap-ons. More control.”

“And you get that phalange.” They looked at a selection of strap ons. “The narrow dildo?”

“You into anal?”

“I tried it just once, liked it, but only occasionally I think.”

“If you’re going to get into threesomes...”

“The girl could fuck my ass!” Sue said a bit loudly and blushed when a guy gazed at her.

Chita laughed.

“The anal fuck?” Chita asked.

“Joe.”

“How thick is he?”

Sue stepped over to the earlier display and grabbed one of the painted ones. “About like this. I was actually thinking of getting it.”

“Go for it,” and returning to the earlier conversation, Chita added, “You should get an enema unless it’s spontaneous or something.”

“I think we’ll prepare the next time,” Sue agreed.

“Probably a good idea.”

Sue grabbed a strap on harness and a slim dildo with a phalange at its base. “Could you handle this?” she asked Chita about a dildo that approximated Joe’s size.

“As long as you prep me,” Chita smirked.

“That would be my pleasure,” Sue giggled. She added it to her armful of purchases.

“Be right back,” said Chita, and went up to the entryway and grabbed a shopping basket.

“Thanks,” said Sue, filling it and taking it in hand.

They moved to the vibrator area and Sue grabbed a narrow shaft. Both checked out the rabbit style ones and both grabbed one.