Frank.

The customer with the huge cock is the first to react. “Damn it Sarah, see, the goth girl with the Mohawk was to much, you gave her a rebellious streak, now she’s gonna fuck us.” He seems a bit flustered, and scrambling to get Sarah off of him and is grabbing at her cute dog collar you sort of remember giving to her. “Damn it, stop sucking on me and give me the collar.” He demands, but as it isn’t a wish she doesn’t even register the command.

She does stop sucking on him and sees your new toy. “Holy shit Jenna, that’s huge.” Then with a naughty grin she latches onto the man under her, yanks his legs up in the air, and says, “Wanna fuck my boyfriend Frank?”

Jenna, Frank, the names don’t exactly feel right, but a flash of a memory of helping Sarah learn makeup skills, become a cheerleader, get popular, watching the friendship you had drift away in high school as you studied to be a mechanic, a photographer, a musician, anything you could do to figure out how to express yourself, the loneliness inside. Then came Frank, a jock, a villain, but he seemed to really love Sarah. Another memory, a little coffee shop, a chance meeting, the two of them, gone was the clique of school, you all chatted, they invited you to join their role playing group, to play silly games, now here you are, after hours at her job, selling stupid clothes, well actually a lot of them are pretty cool.

“Whattaya say Frank? Wanna give it a go? Duke here is pretty hungry for that ass.”

“Duke?” He says, then, “I wish…”. But can’t think of anything that will stop you, then again, maybe he doesn’t want to stop you. “I…”