“What did you buy?”
Tasha cringed as Lucy reached for the bag and revealed her purchases.
“Crotchless panties, peephole bra, handcuffs, oils, a baby doll, a paddle.” Lucy listed the items as she took them from the bag. “Oh my, Natasha Winters, you are one kinky bitch. But no vibrator so I assume you already have one of those. I have several, for different occasions.” Her revelation caused obvious shock and embarrassment to Tasha.
“Several? Really? I don’t have one, never had one, but it would seem Jim thinks I need one so has bought me one and it will be delivered before Friday.”
“Oh my God. He has chosen one for you. Kinky. I like it,” she said with a snort of laughter. “I wonder if Ryan would like to choose one for me. The more I hear about Jim the more I like him, even if he has dickmatized you.”
Tasha howled with laughter at her friend’s choice of word. “Dickmatized, really?” She laughed again while Lucy snorted, causing wine to come down her nose which in turn made Tasha spit hers out.
“You have been dickmatized, one hundred percent.”
“Maybe,” Tasha agreed with another laugh.
“I really can’t wait to meet him, The Dickmatizer.” She wiggled her brows before humming a weird tune that seemed to suggest he had a theme tune. “What’s that film called?”
Tasha frowned.
Lucy cackled as she remembered, “The Equalizer!”
“Stop!” cried Tasha, thinking she might wet herself or choke, maybe both if her friend didn’t stop.
“What does he look like?”
“He is gorgeous; tall, dark and broad and a bit of a control freak,” she said thinking he was more than a bit of a control freak.
“Yeah Tash, only a control freak would select a vibrator for his girlfriend to use while he’s away.”
“Except he doesn’t want me to use it without him. Apparently, we can use it together on our dates.” Tasha was surprised how easy she found it to tell Lucy this without attempting to crawl up her own behind.
“Google him.” Lucy reached for her own laptop.
“What?”
“Google him. He may even have his own Wikipedia entry.”
Tasha laughed at her friend’s eagerness and stared at the screen as she entered Jim Maybury into Google images. Dozens of images appeared on the screen; Jim at premières, with his children, his many wives, endless female companions and various celebrities.
“He is hot, Tash. He looks well fit. How old is he?”
“I told you he was gorgeous. He’s thirty-nine. Do you think it’s an issue?”
Lucy shook her head. “If he looks like he does, buys shoes like yours and sends you a vibrator through the post then his age is the last thing you should have on your mind.” They both laughed before Lucy turned more serious. “Are you going to move to The States?”
Tasha shrugged. “I need to make sure Dan and Pippa are okay and free of my dad’s crap. Jim reckons he’ll help me sort things out, but I know he’ll insist we are in the same country and I don’t see him relocating here.”
“I’m not sure what to say. I’ll miss you if you go, but you would be crazy to lose him if you love him and want to be with him.”
“Has the postman been?” asked Tasha, not really wanting to discuss her and Jim and their possible future further and any associated complications. “My credit card statement is due,” she added with a grimace.
Lucy passed her the letters addressed to her. Tasha opened the first couple and threw them onto the coffee table then opened her bank statement and stared at it in disbelief. She then ripped open the credit card statement and shook her head.
“Tash, are you alright? Are things bad?” Lucy’s voice was laced with genuine concern.
“No. The opposite—Mr Control Freak strikes again.”
Lucy frowned.
