Three weeks later, at the commencement of his Friday night shift, a tall, athletically built man came into the shop.
“Good evening,” said Tony as he made his way behind the counter. “Can I help you with anything?”
The man, who was in his mid-thirties and well-dressed for a night on the town, smiled. “Just browsing, thanks.”
Tony nodded and smiled back.
The man wandered casually around the shop, lifting out the odd magazine, and giving it the once over before slipping it back in its place. He bypassed the lingerie and the s*x toys, walked the length of the counter, smiling again at Tony as he passed by, and ended up at the gay magazine section.
Tony could feel himself becoming aroused. He couldn’t take his eyes off the man, who was probably the most handsome male he’d ever seen. His ta
