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shook her head in wonder.
    “It’s all your fault. You started it.” Rita brightened. “Hey! You are going to share that video and those books with me, aren’t you?”
    “Maybe. We’ll see.” Shelley’s frown turned into a smile as she realized how much Rita wanted to help. “Thanks for buying them for me—the books, I mean. You’re very generous. Eventually, Dickie will get something out of them, too.”
    * * * * *
    For several minutes after the two young women left his store, Thor Ryersson remained behind his counter, grateful to be hidden from the hips down. He’d gotten wood from just thinking about teaching the leggy blonde about sex.
    When they’d first entered his establishment, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Women like that seldom visited his store. Obviously naïve, they’d looked around wide-eyed at his inventory. Probably had never seen anything like it before.
    In the circles he traveled, he rarely saw innocents like that—especially the tall, willowy one. The whole time, Shelley had been blushing and shifting her gaze away.
    Undefiled. Uncorrupted. Utterly irresistible.
    He smiled, remembering how shocked she’d looked when he suggested tutoring her. Innocent or not, she’d seen right through his gambit. A woman like her, wary as a doe, would never in a million years take him up on the offer, but wouldn’t it be mind-blowing to show her a thing or two?
    She was supposedly engaged, but he hadn’t seen a ring on her finger. He wouldn’t be surprised if her friend’s comments about a wedding shower were a cover story to explain her interest in sex toys. Maybe the blonde was actually available.
    With a sigh, he adjusted his pants to accommodate his aching balls. A guy could dream, couldn’t he?

Chapter Two
     
    Following her visit to High Score, Shelley stayed up late that night reading the first book Rita had purchased for her from cover to cover. The X-rated manual blew her away. She couldn’t lay it down until her eyelids drooped, heavy as manhole covers.
    She awoke early on Sunday morning and groped for the book on her nightstand. By the time she finished it, the sun was high in the sky, and she had a bad case of the hots. No, she wouldn’t mention to Dickie that she owned dirty books. They would remain her secret. Even in her wildest imagination, she couldn’t picture herself indulging in some of the kinky activities it described.
    It wasn’t as though she were totally naïve. She’d lost her virginity years before, but in her experience, which included teenage groping in the backseat of a car and a couple of one-night stands, sex hadn’t lived up to its publicity. She knew there had to be more to it than the missionary position and a two-minute quickie.
    Now that she was aware of the possibilities, she realized she had more to learn. Just the thought of exploring those possibilities put her in a perpetual state of arousal.
    What worried her was that Dickie might not understand any more than she did about the pleasures of the flesh. What if he turned out to be one of the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am variety?
    One way to find out!
    She picked up the phone and hit Dickie’s speed dial number. Anticipation made her pulse flutter. The receiver pressed to her ear trembled slightly.
    God, my nerves are taut as wires!
    He answered on the third ring.
    “Dickie? Let’s do something today. Why don’t you come over?”
    “I’m just heading out the door, sweets. John—you remember my friend John? Anyway, he asked me to take a look at some property he’s thinking of buying. I told him I’d give him my opinion.”
    She groaned. “On Sunday? Your day of rest?”
    “I told you about it on Friday, remember?”
    “You did? Shoot! I was hoping we could do something today.”
    “I’d like to, but— Hey, if I get back in time, I’ll give you a call, okay?”
    “All right. See you later.” Dispirited, Shelley broke the connection.
    The worst case of restlessness she’d ever experienced