Chapter 11

I wanted to die. “It’s not—”

“Half a foot wide.” Barry circled his hands to show him just how big. “Jason, what’s it like?”

“I’ll shove it up your ass, then you tell me.”

“Hey,” Nigel warned. “Play nice.” Then he pulled me back against him and murmured in my ear, “Hope it hasn’t jaded you to a more natural size.”

“I haven’t used it,” I admitted.

His breath curled into me as he whispered, “Good. I’d hate to disappoint.”

* * * *

I helped distribute the products as Nigel brought them out. He had a dozen different lubes…I never imagined there were so many alternatives to KY Jelly out on the market. There was even one called Like A Virgin, a tightening cream whose bottle proclaimed, Make each time feel like the first!Nigel had more flavors than Baskin Robbins; the standbys like strawberry and chocolate and vanilla as well as exotic ones like passion fruit, kiwi, and pomegranate. There were scented lubricants, ones that chilled the skin and others that heated it up.