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She remembered the first time she’d bought one, how careful she was to pick an adult shop that didn’t look too iffy. It was on a main road, in a suburb that she didn’t live in. She dithered around it, gathering the courage, dancing around in a nearby pharmacy, and then a second-hand bookstore, before finally entering the shop.

It had an initial room, like the protective layer to screen from easily offended eye, in which contained some latex-wear and cheap, frippery lingerie. She’d cast her eye on these, dismissing. No, no, no. Those wouldn’t do at all. She turned to the saloon doors on her left and walked through.

The inner room was well lit, with neat rows of porn magazines covered with breasts and genitals and, what she was looking for at the time, plastic, latex and silicone toys. She only had a small amount of money with her. So this time around, she’d be buying something cheap and functional, preferably one with batteries included.