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out and locking my doors, I quickly walk down the street. The door is unlocked and the welcome bell chimes as I enter the store. I turn the closed sign over to open, seeing as Barb, my boss, forgot to do it.
    “Amy, is that you honey?” Barb calls out from the back room.
    “No, Barb, it’s the boogie man,” I answer her jokingly. Barb is great. She’s exactly what I want to be when I grow up. A successful business owner doing something she loves. She’s clanging things around in the back, getting the coffee bar ready for our morning rush. After I stash my purse under the front counter, I help out by getting the cash till set up for the day and booting up our computers.
    “Don’t give me that lip, missy,” peeking around the wall, Barb scolds with a shake of her finger at me. We both burst out laughing at this ridiculous reprimand. Barb loves my sarcasm, dry though it may be at times, but we have a blast and a terrific working relationship. The ringing of the phone interrupts us and I reach over to answer it.
    “Good Morning, this is Amy at the Book Mark. How may I help you?” I greet.
    “Jenks, it’s me. I’m stopping by in a few to give you something. I want to introduce you to Ben Wa today; it might help to loosen you up.” Layla says quickly, her words are rapid like a machine gun.
    “I’ll be here, see you in a few.” I return and hang up the phone. The flow of people in and out of the store is steady this morning. Barb and I keep up with the orders for coffee and we sell a few copies of a new best seller. Just as we get a chance to breathe, Layla comes bustling in the door. She has a blue streak in her spike today to match her blue Docs. She clomps up to the counter where Barb and I are catching a quiet minute.
    “Hello, Layla, are we on a combat mission today?” Barb asks indicating the boots and army green cargo pants Layla’s wearing. Barb and Layla have a strange relationship. Barb wishes Layla would dress more girly and not be such an abrasive person. She's been trying to soften Layla for years. Never going to happen. I’ve often wondered what the issue between these two is. Barb strikes me as having been a rebel of sorts in her youth. Perhaps she sees a lot of herself in Layla. Whatever the reason is neither of them is talking.
    “Yeah, Barb, a mission to loosen Jenks up and get her laid,” Layla answers sounding annoyed.
    “Layla King, there is nothing wrong with Amy,” Barb says as she starts to chew Layla out. “Furthermore, she is a good girl that deserves a decent man, not one of these boys who like to spread themselves around like some other people I’m acquainted with.” Barb finishes with a raised eyebrow and a hand on her hip. It’s never a good thing to throw Layla’s sex life up in her face. Though promiscuous she’s not, she’s not a nun either. Layla refers to it as tasting the flavors to see which one is her favorite.
    “I guess that attitude is why you have cobwebs growing on your ancient vajayjay then, huh, Barb?” These two just love to have a go at each other.
    “So, Layla, my good old buddy, old pal, what did you want to give me?” I interrupt the two of them. Lines were about to be drawn in the sand and this is not the time or place for that kind of explosion. Eyeing each other up, Layla finally gives me her attention and Barb heads to the back mumbling something about needing more sugar packets. Gah!! Will these two ever get along?
    “Here, Jenks, I picked these up for you,” She says clunking down a small red satin bag on the counter and sliding it to me. “I want you to use these; they help to strengthen muscles, relieve stress, and just make you feel good. I’m introducing you to Ben Wa today,” Layla says with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a sly smile. “Use them and I’ll call you later,” she announces and blows back out through the door.
    I pick up the small bag and pour out the contents. Two shiny, medium sized balls fall out into my hand.