Ch 10: Intervention

                                    

                                          
What am I doing? What am I doing? I could just turn around and leave...Ugh, but that would defeat the purpose of coming here in the first place. I'll go in pick up anything, get my size, pay for it and get out. I look up at the neon adult shop sign in front of me. 
                          
Oh, Lord. What would my parents think? I hope none of the congregation is in here. Lord forgive me for where I am about to go, but I need to get my husband back to the man I married.
                          
I look around the dark sidewalk for any signs of familiar people. I hesitantly lift my hand to the door handle. At the last second I change my mind. "Nope, I'll just go to Victoria's Secret and pray no one sees me checking out lingerie. I go to turn around, when suddenly the door opens and I'm being pulled backwards. "Lord Jesus!!" 
                          
"No hunny, I'm Evan." I turn around to see a very beautiful man with long dreads and hazel eyes, extending a manicured hand. "And you are?"
                          
I shake his hand. "Wow, what moisturizer do you use?"
                          
"I scrub with dead sea salt and baby oil, and moisturize with Hand Food, you can get it at Sephora." He says with a dimpled smile. 
                          
"I'm Michele, with one "L", but I prefer Reyna...my middle name." 
                          
He looks at me thoughtfully. "Hmm...Michele with one "L". You mind if I use that?"
                          
"Not at all."
                          
"Thanks. So, what can I help you with?" He widens his eyes dramatically, before winking playfully.
                          
"I need to...seducemyhusband." I whisper-rush the last part.
                          
"OOOOHHH!!! And here I thought you were a good girl." He covers his mouth dramatically. "I can help with that. Follow me." He takes my hand and drags me to the far wall lined with...well a little bit over everything.
                          
I blush at all the "toys". "Dear Lord, what do you even do with that?" I stare bewilderedly at something that looks like balls on a string.
                          
"You into anal?"
                          
"Excuse me?"
                          
He looks at the string of balls and then back at me with a smirk.
                          
"Oh...moving on." I scurry away from that item, hiding my blush. 
                          
He chuckles. "You are adorable. Hmm...how about one of these?" He picks up a leather whip with studding on the handle. "The possibilities are endless with this baby." He looks longingly at it.
                          
"Ummm...I was thinking more along the lines of, something I can wear. You know, like lingerie?" I squeak.
                          
"Oh, you should have said that hun, we have loads of that." He takes my hand once more, pulling me to what looks like lingerie headquarters. It's hanging on the walls, on mannequins; every rack is filled with them in every color and style. "Let the adventure begin!" He claps with excitement.
                          
I look around not knowing where to start. I look at him with a please help me stare.
                          
"Aww, of course I'll help. What kind of man is he? Is he a breast or an ass man?"
                          
I think for a bit. "He always slaps me on the butt, so I guess the latter."
                          
"Hmm...okay, and are you looking for latex, spandex, lace, fur, or leather?"
                          
"Ummm...let's stick with the basics?"
                          
"Whose basics?" He arches a perfectly shaped brow at me, with a smirk.
                          
My eyes grow wide. "Good point, lace please."
                          
"Lace it is." We head toward a section lined with lace. "Are you looking for a one piece, two piece...?"