Charlie thinks so

The next day, I find myself heading to work early. There I find the man I am looking for: Charlie. Like always, he's indulging in his favorite pass times: smoking a fag (as opposed to his other favorite pass time, which also involved putting a fag in his mouth). This is far from the first time I've come to Charlie for advice, and he's always indulged me.

Upon seeing my early arrival, Charlie raises an eyebrow. "Oh. Early today?"

"Yeah..."

He instantly picks up on my dejected tone. "Something the bother?"

"It's my new roommate."

"What's the problem?"

My head swivels around, which is something I'm sure Charlie finds rather amusing. "Well here's the thing. I was out for a jog one day, and when I come back, she's touching herself and moaning my name."

"Well that's what I call perfect timing."

"Yeah, but, she's like got anxiety issues. I mean I'm not sure how bad, but..."

"Oh, you're anxious about her anxiety? How ironic."

"Heh heh." That's a fake laugh you jerk.

"Well, do you like her?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe she just needs a nudge in the right direction."

"That's the problem though. I'm not sure if a nudge will push her over the edge."

"That just means you'll have to pull her back up. You know how to do that."

"Right."

"Look, by the sound of it, she needs you to say it for her."

"Yeah." I nod my head. "Yeah, you're right."

"I always am, dear."

My face cringes to his statement, causing him to smile.

"Well, I know I'm right when I say it's time to stop the idle chatter and start opening up." In more ways than one.

"Yeah."

We open up Love+ and soon enough, customers start coming in. Every time someone comes up with a toy, I can't help but think about how I'd use it on Sila. Having her tied up. Clamping her nipples. Whipping that plump ass of hers. Charlie's right. I've gotta do something about this and I've gotta do it as soon as possible. It doesn't matter if it isn't perfect, because it sure as hell beats holding on to all this pent up frustration.