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know what half of these things are.”
    Trent picked up one, a sort of curved plastic cylinder, rounded on the end, with another protrusion at the base that was thinner and shorter, at an angle to the cylinder. “Third-party attachments for the vibrator, I’d imagine.”
    “Third-party?” Did her aunt and Joann and Trent ever…?
    “As in not made by the same manufacturer as the vibrator.” Trent eyed her speculatively.
    “Oh.”
    “I’m sure I could show you what they’re for, though.”
    “Aren’t we supposed to be looking for a key?”
    Trent shrugged. “Sure, if you have any more ideas of where to look. Otherwise, I can bring a bolt cutter by tomorrow afternoon, or you can cart that thing to a locksmith. There’s not one in Selby, but there’s one in New Market.”
    “I’ll go to New Market.” She didn’t want to break the chest itself if she could avoid it.
    A look of disappointment crossed Trent’s face. Maybe he liked being the one who solved the problem, or maybe he just wanted to be around when she opened it. Or possibly he was just looking for an excuse to come over again and get into her pants. She wouldn’t mind providing him with one, come to think about it.
    He reached down, looking over one of the pieces of plastic, one that looked sort of like a series of successively smaller spheres, each intersecting the one before it, none of them thick enough to really fill a girl.
    “So what’s that one for?”
    “Nothing you’d want to do without lube,” Trent said, tossing it back on the mattress.
    Oh . She was sure her face was finding new shades of red to turn into, but she pressed on. “And the one before that?”
    For answer he reached down and undid the button on her jeans. I should tell him to stop, she thought. He didn’t even ask first. But she didn’t say anything at all.
    He unzipped the jeans and slid his hands inside, one on each hip, between her panties and her skin. His hands were calloused and rough against her smooth flesh.
    “You have alcohol in the bathroom?”
    “Yes. Why?”
    “Take your boots off,” he told her, taking his hands away. “I’ll be back after I wash these.” He gathered up some of the toys and walked out of the room, leaving her shaking her head.
    Her heart pounded as she sat down on the sleeping bag and unlaced her boots.
    He returned after she’d removed them and picked up where he’d left off. “Now your jeans and your panties.”
    “You’re still wearing everything.”
    Trent smiled but didn’t move a muscle. Damn him. She wanted to say no, that fair was fair, but the look in his eyes was all dominant male, turning her insides liquid.
    She hurriedly pulled her jeans off. They were pretty tight even unzipped, and it felt good to get them off. He was watching her, eyes on her crotch as she fingered the waistband of her panties.
    “Take your clothes off,” she told him.
    “Sure.” But he didn’t move. “Tomorrow. Let’s say two o’clock in the afternoon.”
    Then again, maybe he didn’t need the chest as an excuse to come over and make love to her. To fuck me, she told herself. It wasn’t about love with him; she was just another girl. It’d be silly to take it more personally than that. The problem was, she was feeling pretty silly. It was silly to get the feeling she’d do almost anything for him too, but she knew that right at that moment, she would.
    She slipped off her panties. Her pussy sure didn’t seem to care it wasn’t about love. It was wet, sopping wet. He could probably slide that strange bumpy probe up her ass if he stuck it in her pussy to get it lubed up first. She wasn’t about to suggest it though.
    He knelt down next to her and nudged her legs apart. The fact that he still had his clothes on, and clearly had no intention of taking them off, accentuated her nakedness. She reached out to undo a button, but he gently seized her wrist, moved it away and then nudged her to lie down.
    He attached the toy to the head