The adult store was long and narrow. The wooden swing doors through which we had entered from the street swung closed behind us and we stopped and looked around. On one side of the shop there were dishevelled shelves bearing an array of all kinds of adult explicit magazines ranging over the entire gamut of the fetish spectrum. In the centre were glass topped display cabinets filled with all kinds of sexual aids, lotions, dildos and love potions and oils. On the other wall, to our right, was a display of erotic lingerie and naughty attire for both men and women. The service counter stood down near the back, with a bored sombre looking guy casually flicking through today's newspaper. Behind him there was another doorway covered by a velvety curtain, A sign 'Videos' was prominent above it.
We moved slowly down past the counter towards the curtain, casually taking in the whole store in the process. The man glanced up as we moved past him and then returned to his reading. The curtain led us into another room of about the same size but filled with videos. There were several aisles, and as we moved to the first one, we noticed there were several people browsing the various titles intently. As we looked at the videos on display on the walls I whispered to my wife, Angela, if she was interested in renting one at all. She pretended to be uninspired but gave an affirmative confirmation nonetheless.
As we turned the corner of the next aisle we both simultaneously spotted a small sign on the wall. "Theatre entrance located at rear of building." We both looked at each other for a moment.
"Well?" I asked, looking at her with a slight sideways grin. Her eyes held the same conspiratorial look and glint.
We moved slowly down past the counter towards the curtain, casually taking in the whole store in the process. The man glanced up as we moved past him and then returned to his reading. The curtain led us into another room of about the same size but filled with videos. There were several aisles, and as we moved to the first one, we noticed there were several people browsing the various titles intently. As we looked at the videos on display on the walls I whispered to my wife, Angela, if she was interested in renting one at all. She pretended to be uninspired but gave an affirmative confirmation nonetheless.
As we turned the corner of the next aisle we both simultaneously spotted a small sign on the wall. "Theatre entrance located at rear of building." We both looked at each other for a moment.
"Well?" I asked, looking at her with a slight sideways grin. Her eyes held the same conspiratorial look and glint.