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“I’m drawing a blank.”

“They’ve got tight pussies, and they dive on a cock like the homeless on a $100 bill.”

I shook my head. “Where do you come up with this shit?”

“Well-known fact, Brother.”

“Take a look at these.” She placed four rings in front of us. “The Somerset, Daisy, Enchant, and the Five-Row Metro.”

“Five-Row,” P-Nut said.

I reached for the ring she called the five-row. It had five rows of diamonds around the complete circumference of the ring, and looked elegant.

“I like this one.”

She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “It’s a beautiful ring.”

As I admired the ring, P-Nut took a step back, raised his hand to his chin, and studied her. Her focus alternated back and forth between me and him as I studied the ring and he studied her.

I imagined Eddie wearing the ring, and how it would look. I smiled and nodded. “I’ll take it.”

She gave a nod. “Very well.”

She looked at me and then glanced at P-Nut and grinned. “Do you have a question?”

His eyes looked up and down her wispy frame a few times. When he finished eye-fucking her, he fixed his eyes on hers. “Just thinking.”

She genuinely seemed interested. “About?”

His eyes fell to her waist, paused, and then slowly rose to meet hers. “I’d rather not say.”

She leaned over the counter. “My job is to help the customer. How can I help you if you won’t enlighten me?”

He shook his head. “Don’t want to turn your face the same color as your hair.”

She straightened her stance, glanced over her right shoulder, and then shook her head. “I’m not easily embarrassed.”

“Remember, you asked,” he said.

She leaned over the edge of the counter, widened her eyes, and grinned.

P-Nut leaned forward, rested his elbows on the edge of the glass display, and locked eyes with her. “You’re not married, but you’re in a relationship you’re not committed to. Sexually speaking, he doesn’t satisfy you. You want him to take possession of you in the bedroom, but you’re afraid to tell him. There’s a long list of things you want him to do, and he hasn’t so much as tried one. In fact, none of your boyfriends have. Not really. You go from relationship to relationship, not because you’re not committed, but because things just don’t work out. Each time, you become more sexually frustrated, and you tell yourself the next time will be different. But it’s not. Eventually the man breaks up with you because of some bullshit excuse, and you leave convinced it’s your fault. Well, Jennis, I’ve got news for you. It’s not your fault. You just need to find the right man.”

He took a step back, folded his arms across his chest, and grinned. “How’d I do?”

She didn’t have to respond, her face already had. P-Nut may not have hit the nail on the head, but he sure swung the hammer in the right direction.

And, he was right in his initial statement.

Her face and her hair were the same color.

She fanned her face with her hand. “It just got really hot in here.”

“Give me your panties,” P-Nut said flatly.

She gasped. “Pardon...” She cleared her throat. “Pardon me?”

“Your panties,” P-Nut whispered. “Give ‘em to me.”