“Yeah… three?  A week?” blinked Shane as if getting the information in short spouts. 

            “I heard she does this thing, with her tongue…,” smiled Alice, wondering how hard it would be to get a sample of that tongue.

            “I do a tongue thing…,” groaned Shane under her breath. 

            A sexy looking young blonde man came walking into The Planet, looking around and finally spotting Kit, whom he seemed to be looking for. 

            “Oh, now there is my shot at totally uncomplicated boy and girl sex, if you’ll excuse me…,” smiled Alice, winking at Shane, who grimaced at the thought of a man between her legs.  Watching as Alice moved to the young man, and for a while they seemed to be chatting.

            All the while, Shane was staring hard at the Latina in the corner.  Still on her computer, tapping away at the keypad.  She isn’ that hot, thought Shane to herself.  The whole dark haired, smokey dark mysterious eyes thing had been done.  Yeah, by Carmen, a woman who you could have been married to, her own voice echoed in her mind. 

            “Oh, shut up,” muttered Shane to herself. 

            “How is that for a greeting, I haven’t even said anything yet,” grumbled Jenny, who sat down nonetheless.  Her long flowing black hair up in a sexy bun, showing off the tattoo on the back of her neck.

            “Not you, Jen… I was talking to myself,” said Shane, reaching out and nudging Jenny’s arm.

            “The only person that will listen?” asked Jenny.  The waitress, Ashley, took her order quickly and left the table.

            “Yeah, something like that, I gotta go, Jen.  I got a few VIP’s at the shop later.  One of them this guy, Brian Kinky or something or another.”

            “Kinky?  That’s his last name?” giggled Jenny, getting her latte from the waitress.

            “Kinky, Kidney, something like that,” chuckled Shane, leaning down an kissing Jenny quickly on the cheek and heading out of The Planet, with one longing look at Latina of the day, Rosita Navarro.

            Shane was sitting in her chair, eyes closed, on the verge of falling asleep.  A few of her earlier customers had called, canceling.  She had one client left, the Kinky appointment.  She heard someone entering the warehouse, instead of moving, she decided to listen, let them wait for a while, thought Shane.