"Caught" by her husband Dr. Rubin

Gary coughed. "Could you tell me a little more about what you wanted, so I know if I can help you? It sounded like you had something unusual in mind."

Sonia Rubin said, "I don't suppose it would surprise you to know that my husband Josh knows that you've been balling me."

Gary swallowed. "Um, I guess not," he said. Gary's ears felt hot and red.

"He actually suggested you," Sonia said.

"You mean..." Gary said. Josh Rubin was actually Gary's doctor, not that Gary had much call to see him.

"Yes, part of why he recommended was because of your physical exam. We were looking for a man for me to be sexual with, you know, because Josh is so busy, and, well, you know me, I need to get fucked! He knew I wanted to try a man who wasn't circumcised. So when your name came up, he said you had a nice cock with a full skin. We agreed you would be a good candidate for my lover. You're a responsible young man, you were sexually active and a little promiscuous but clean and careful and we know you and your family."

Gary swallowed. "So what did you want to do?"

"I want Josh to catch us in the act, fucking," Sonia said. "We were fantasizing about it the other night and I told him, fuck, why don't I just ask Gary? So he said 'Ask him! Ask him!' It would be the best birthday present I could give him."

"Okay," Gary said.

"You're a doll, Gary, thank you so much!" Sonia said.

"I have to pick Bernie and my sister up at the mall in two and a half, three hours, Mrs. Rubin," Gary said. "Do you think that would work?"

"Yes, but hurry right along. And if you could stop by the Clinique store on the way? I'll tell them to hold my order for you."

"On my way," said Gary.

Gary hung up the phone in the phone booth, crossed the street to the Super Surf Van and hurried off to the Clinique store.

Tasha Narionov was behind the counter at the Clinique store when he arrived. "Hello Gar-ee," she greeted him with a teasing lilt. "Still Mrs. Rubin's good little boy?" She turned toward a low shelf behind the counter. Her blonde hair was held back tightly in a ballerina bun wrapped with a jeweled band. As she bent down to fetch Sonia's order, her black slacks tightened over her trim bottom. Gary swore he could see an extra little wiggle pointed at him. He smiled, flattered that the stylish young Russian woman would flirt with him. Tasha rose and turned. "Bethany said you have new girlfriend now. Bring her in, I will make her beautiful for you!"

"Not her kind of place," Gary said. He picked up Mrs. Rubin's bag.

"Pish tish," Tasha said. "All women want to look good. Here, let me give you samples. She is socially conscious? All organic, cruelty free. See little bunny on label?" Tasha filled a small bag with samples and leaflets. "Now go, Mrs. Rubin will be very impatient." Her long eyelashes dipped in a wink.

Gary felt his face grow warm. "Bye Tasha," he said. He picked up the bag of samples. "Thanks."

Gary parked the van in the Rubins' little-used side driveway and walked up to the door with Sonia's Clinique order.