Toys for the Girls

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