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whip-toting figures were nothing more than harmless plastic.
    By the time I got to the pillory, I had a better view of the faux couple. Other than the leather mask, the man wore nothing more than a leather strap ensemble that held his little cock in a tiny silver cage. If that wasn’t bad enough, his bare arse stuck out like he was about to take a paddling.
    The cage. I couldn’t get over it. It terrified me and made me intensely curious at the same time.
    “Merciful hour! Would you look at that poor lad’s spunkpumper? The poor thing is squeezed into a wire cage! Just like a pig in a poke. Now that’s torture.”
    “You have to understand something. This is not torture. It’s erotic. It’s sex for refined, cultured people. And for your information, a lot of men want to be dominated by a woman.”
    I pointed at the female mannequin. “Is that what she’s doin’?” The female figure was no less shocking. Her black shiny corset squeezed her boobs through a pair of holes. Pain—it was the only word that came to mind. Around her waist was a leather harness specially designed to hold something. A thing so shocking and ridiculous, there’s no decent words to describe it, so I’ll speak plainly.
    She had a big rubber pecker strapped to her waist, and that thing stood at attention like the best of them. I flicked the end of the wobbly pink toy and broke out in laughter.
    “Well, I hope the Michelin man doesn’t find out she’s been diddlin’ the missus.”
    “That’s for her man.”
    “Huh? Did you say her man? What in Odin’s name do you mean, Ezzy?”
    Ezzy selected a stout leather pig whip from a nearby rack and whacked the mannequin across his ass. She hit it so hard I nearly jumped out of my shoes. “Pegging. She uses the toy on him.”
    I was dumbfounded. I never even considered something like that. “Oh, I get it. He’s gay.”
    “No. Any guy would love this kind of attention from his lover.” Curiously enough, she held up both hands, only two fingers extended on each, and she clawed the air when she said the word “attention.”
    “Huh.” I looked around at the inventory of pig whips, riding crops, handcuffs, and every restraint you can imagine. There were even more things that I couldn’t even begin to describe. “You say this is how refined, cultured people are having sex nowadays? I think what Brad and I have is wonderful. I can’t believe beating the daylights out of each other and shoving fake peckers up his arse could make life any better. People can do what they want. Who am I to say? But this sort of thing? I can’t imagine it.”
    “Trust me, this kind of sex—kinky sex—has gone mainstream now.” There went her little claw hands once again when she said “mainstream.”
    “By the way, what does it mean when you make little bunny ears with your fingers when you say certain words, Ezzy?”
    “Bunny ears? Oh, you mean virtual quote marks. Whenever you say a word that is really special, you should use them.”
    “Gotcha.” I mimicked her quote mark gesture. “It’s kind of fun actually.” Repeating the quotes when I said “fun.”
    I was wide-eyed and dumbfounded as I turned around to see the displays of strange clothing. I could see why people found the skimpy clothing erotic, but I wasn’t aroused.
    “So, this is all the rage? I wouldn’t even know where to start. Brad never mentioned anything like this before. Nothing at all. Well, how’d you like to get out of this place? I could go for a snack.”
    Ezzy rummaged through her purse and found a few red foil wrapped candies. “Here, have a mint. They’re a Salem specialty.”
    Thanking her, I unwrapped one and put it in my mouth. The taste was only slightly minty, a bit salty, and kind of sweet. It was more like a gob of dried toothpaste than a mint. I had to politely swallow it down.
    “He hasn’t mentioned it to you because he knows you’re so innocent and inexperienced in these matters. He wants it, he’s just