So this couple comes in—really cute girl, nice looking guy—and I figure maybe an engagement ring. The girl wasn’t wearing any rings or any jewelry except for this polka dot bracelet. They approach the counter, and the girl takes off the bracelet.

“What can I do for you today?” I ask them, my eyes meeting the girl’s.

“This bracelet,” she says. “I wonder if it could be resized.”

I’m a little puzzled, for the bracelet, to my eyes, was a perfect fit.

“Is it too loose?” I ask her.

“Too tight,” she says. She hands me the bracelet. “See, Clifford is going to be away for a while, and I figured the bracelet would be a good way for him to be thinking of me.”

I couldn’t really imagine Clifford wearing this bracelet—well, I could, but it would look silly. Nevertheless, I said, “Okay, I’ll just need to measure his wrist, and...”

“Oh, it’s not for his wrist,” the girl interrupts.

“It’s not?” My voice showing surprise. “We could put it on a chain, part of a necklace,” I suggest.

There’s a pause.

“Not for his neck,” the girl says. She looks at Clifford. Looks back at me. “It’s for his penis.” Another pause. “His cock.”

“Oh,” I manage to say. “Um.” The way she said cock, almost two syllables, the two K sounds soft and hard and at the back of her throat, is having an effect on mine, throat and cock.

“Could you measure him?” the girl asks.

“I don’t think...” I start to say, willing my erection to subside.

“It just needs to be a wee bit bigger,” she says. “Not his cock, the bracelet. See, when he’s fully erect I need to make sure his cock is slippery. My kiss juice works. My cunt juice works even better.

But it’s so tight. It won’t come off until he comes off. But it’s so tight he says it sort of hurts, and we go through all kinds of contortions, but in the end he dwindles without coming off. So you see the problem?”

“Yeah, um,” I stammer.

There’s a long pause. They look at each other.

“The necklace chain might be a good idea,” Clifford says.

“Or you could cancel your trip,” the girl says.

They look at each other.

“Or, you could come with,” Clifford says.

“Hey, I like that idea,” the girl says.

Hand in hand they leave the shop.

It’s only when they’re out the door that I realize I’m still holding the bracelet.

I go to the back room, lock the door, and try it on. A perfect fit.