Chapter Five
I was on Sixth Avenue at the Bed, Bath, and Beyond in Chelsea when my beeper went off. I had stopped there on the way to the gym to pick up some vanilla-scented massage oil with a little coconut in it. It’s amazing how you can get that stuff any place now, and a lot cheaper than in specialty shops. I needed a couple of new rubber dildos, too. “Tools of the trade,” you can call it, but they were beyond Bed, Bath, and Beyond. At least this year. I checked the number on my beeper.
It was my Mr. Knight. I use a beeper with a cell phone, because we don’t like to give out the cell phone number. In this trade (unfortunately), there are customers who will get back at you. Especially if they find out how to play with your head while I’m playing with the rest of them. All right, I adm
