Toys for the Girls
By Eva Hore
“I can’t.”
“What? We’re here now. What are you talking about?”
“I don’t want to go in,” I said, my face flushing red.
“You’re kidding! Don’t be ridiculous,” my best friend Trish said.
“I mean it. Let’s go,” I whispered, turning to go.
“Stop it, Sheila. We’re going in,” with that, she grabbed my arm and dragged me inside.
A f*****g s*x shop! What if someone saw us? What would we say? I’d die of embarrassment.
I’d never been in one before, never knew any actually existed in my own hometown; thought you could only buy stuff like that online.
My s*x life was deteriorating. My husband John seemed to have lost interest, and I was trying to bring a spark back in. We’d always been so conservative. Never having explored any of our fantasies. In fact, we’d ne
