Sarah whispered into the phone. Sitting at her desk, fuming over the fact that Sarah’s lunch hour had lasted for nearly two hours now, Mandy pressed her cell tighter to her ear and grumbled, “Who?” “Andrew Clark!” Mandy tucked her phone between her shoulder and ear and signed the rent check sitting on her desk. “Great. Is he fucking anyone?” “No, of course he’s not. This is a store, not a motel.” “Then what’s the big deal?” she asked, pulling the check out of the book and folding the carbon copy up to reveal the next blank check. “The big deal is the ginormous dildo he’s buying.” Mandy scribbled the name of the electric company on the first line of the check and sighed. “Sarah, so what?” “He’s gotta use that thing sometime.” “Yeah. And it’s not going to help our case. There’s no judge who’s going to award our client a judgment because he fucks himself with a hunk of rubber.” “I wouldn’t say that.” After a beat, Sarah added, “He’s not shopping alone.”
