Café au Lay: Part 3
She dressed for his desire, but ended up claiming her power.
I’m standing outside Thrust and Velvet, of all places. A sex shop you glimpse from the motorway, large neon pink sign hanging over the door and mirrored windows. I’ve driven past it a hundred times, always with a smug little as if smirk. But here I am, engine still ticking, hands gripping the wheel ready to reverse back onto the road. I’d thought about ordering something online, scrolled through pages of glossy, suspiciou...