I can’t help it, I have to have them all. Beth at FootJoy. Willowy. Blue-eyed. Blonde. We do it standing up in a secret storeroom. When she comes, shelves rattle, boxes flutter and fall.

Roxanne from the jewelry boutique. Red hair in crazy ringlets. She borrows a ping-pong paddle from sporting goods and I wallop her butt but good—pink to red to redder—almost as red as the fiery curls of her pubic hair peeking through the enflamed lips of her snug little sex. I spank her until neither of us knows where we are, but it doesn’t matter; all that matters are the paddle marks on her peachy bottom and the heat of her cunt when I sink into her.