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I did that to her.
“Do you have any toys?” Chloë suddenly asked.
Morgan laughed around a mouthful of pizza.
“I’m assuming you don’t mean Barbie dolls and Legos,” she said.
Grinning, Chloë said, “I can’t really do much to you with those.”
“I have a vibrator,” Morgan replied. “It’s just a small little thing.”
“That’s it?” Chloë said, not able to keep the disbelief out of her voice. Goodness, if she had to make do with just a vibrator she’d feel like she was living in Neanderthal times.
Blushing, Morgan said, “So, I’ll be honest with you. I’ve wanted other…things, but I’ve always been too self-conscious to go into the kind of store that sells those kinds of things.”
“You know you can buy them online, right?”
“I know,” Morgan said, “but it just seems wrong somehow. Like, I want to be able to see those kinds of things in the flesh, so to speak, and to touch them before I buy them.”
“So, how did you get your vibrator?”
Morgan blushed even more.
“An ex bought it for me,” she answered and then burst out laughing. “Oh, my god, I can’t believe I’m telling you this but he…wasn’t particularly well-endowed and so he bought me the vibrator thinking it would help me get more pleasure during sex.” She rolled her eyes. “That relationship did not last long.” Morgan looked at Chloë. “So, I’m assuming you have toys?”
Chloë scoffed. Did she have toys? She practically had Santa’s workshop in her bedroom.
“Plenty,” she answered.
“Well, then why haven’t you brought them out for us to use?”
Smirking, Chloë said, “I didn’t want to scare you away. That’s part of all that ‘advanced stuff’ you were mentioning earlier.”
Morgan threw her napkin at her.
“So, you’ve never been toy shopping?” Chloë asked after taking a sip of water.
“Nope.”
“Dude, date night!” Chloë said eagerly, feeling excited.
Morgan laughed.
“Is that right?”
“Definitely! Tomorrow.”
***
At La Vida Mocha the next day, Chloë surveyed the coffeeshop. Five tables were occupied by the usual assortment of Friday afternoon customers, either young people like herself out with their friends or middle-aged people whom Chloë suspected were well-off enough to not need to be at a job and could thus while away normal working hours at a local café. At one table, an elderly man sat alone, watching a movie on his laptop, headphones plugged into his ears. He was the one Chloë found the most interesting. It was because of the laptop. Usually, old men came in with newspapers or magazines, sometimes a novel—an actual paperback, not a Kindle. The laptop seemed incongruous when paired with him, especially since he had to be at least seventy-five. And so Chloë had wondered…Did he buy the laptop for himself? It looked to be a top-of-the-line MacBook, powerful and expensive. And if he did buy it, what did he do with it besides watching movies? Or did one of his grown children gift it to him this past Christmas, determined to bring Old Dad into the modern age, and now that he had discovered the joys of things like online news and Netflix and Hulu was determined to lug it with him wherever he went?
In any case, Chloë determined that the situation in La Vida Mocha was well in hand. Luli and Amber, who were on today with her, could handle things for a bit without her.
“I’ll be in the back,” she told Luli. “Paperwork.”
Luli nodded and Chloë went into the back room, taking a seat behind the small and cluttered desk that had its own laptop on it, though not as nice a one as the old man’s.
With Vanessa off today, La Vida Mocha was Chloë’s to run and manage and right now she needed to work on next week’s shift schedule and place orders for more supplies. She also needed to start planning the next Lesbeans event, to take place in two weeks.
