”“Whatcha up to.”“Oh, I was out cruising, in town for the night and things were dead every place else, then I found this place. Its dead too....��“You calling it quits.”“Just about too. Got bored and was going back to the motel.”“Wanna beer, I got some in the car.”“Sure it couldn’t hurt.”“I’m parked in back, comeon.”So I followed him up the alley. It was dark as midnight, streetlights didn’t penetrate and I could barely make out his car parked where it couldn’t be seen. When he opened the. “…Everything?”“Yes!”“…Anal?” He joked. She had never liked anal. She always told him no when he tried to bring butt stuff into their sexting.She’d had an aversion to anal sex ever since she had a failed attempt a few years back. There wasn’t any lube, and the other person was just as inexperienced as she was. Lately, she’d started watching porn involving anal sex. She didn’t know why, but it fascinated her, and she’d decided that if anybody was going to change her mind on the subject, it would. I crossed the street looking for a cafe or somewhere where I could duck into a shop to keep dry, but everywhere seemed to be closing, then I spotted a shop up off the main road, and went there.I saw lots of videos in window, and felt happy about it, because I liked a good movie, so I could browse and rent, so I went inside.I turned to close the door and turned back, to find I was in a sex shop, which was deserted, thankfully, except for the man behind the counter, who stood staring at me, and. "I want this one," she said."Why don't you buy it for me?" She sounded like a little girl.I couldn't believe it. It was a perfect spanking paddle. Lookingback, I couldn't help but wonder what other people thought whenthey saw me carrying a razor strap, and Diane with that paddle!No one said anything...and the clerk at the store didn't evenflinch when I bought them both.We made our way to a restaurant, and talked about many things.Diane was a commercial artist, single, and had broken up with.