Annette Brite asked in that sexy posh voice of hers. “Uh, doesn't that involve you…uh…jerking me off?” Clive Little asked. “Yes, Mr Little,” Annette laughed. “It is indeed a euphemism for hand relief.” Little was at a loss on how to respond. He was still trying to work out how he'd ended up here, in her little shop, at seven in the evening. * * * * Little had been looking for a last minute birthday present for his wife when he'd noticed the New Age shop on the corner of Bachman Road and Matheson Street. He hadn't really noticed it before so he thought it must be new. He tried to remember what had been here before. Wasn't it a sex shop or something like that? Something boarded up and poky anyway. The new shop was a complete contrast. It was light and airy with big wide windows. 'Crystal Soul' was painted on the glass door in bright pink crystalline letters.
