Honesty Is Always The Best Policy

"Ah, Act, Actually, I am here... to pick up... Deb... For a date!" Jack stammered and stuttered tearing his eyes away from Cindy's E-cup chest to look into her deep blue eyes, exactly the same as Deb's...

"Are you and Deb related?" He asked, too shocked to feel embarrassed.

"In a way..." Cindy replied and puts her 'lunch', or perhaps 'dinner' would be the better word at this point, down behind the counter, and comes back to Jack. "I didn't know deb had a boyfriend, she's never mentioned you to me, how did you meet?" Cindy asked.

"I was, her, first, customer: when she said, I could have anything in the store, I was so embarrassed I grabbed her lunch by accident, and then when I returned it I was still her first customer, so when she said I could have anything in the store..." Jack trailed off for a second but then finshes the thought, gritting his teeth in order to **** out the last words "I, picked her!" Jack admitted, gradually growing more comfortable with his surroundings but uncomfortable with the subject matter.

"HA! We had hoped someone would do that!" Cindy crows quietly so the couple in back don't hear. "That's why we phrased our promotional offer the way we did, it's so hard to find a boyfriend that's serious when you work in a sex shop." Cindy explains in a stage whisper, going to sit at one of the two chairs behind the counter. "I hope you live up to Deb's expectations, the poor woman has been very unlucky in love and needs a GOOD boyfriend who will treat her right." She said as the other two come up to purchase the items they have selected and exit the shop and Jack scurried out of the way.

"Oh, Hi, you're early!" Deb stated as she got behind the counter to work the cash register, which Jack only then noticed looks like it's a reproduction NCR 'Class 1000' Model circa 1940, one of the last years of production, that had been modified to print receipts, though from the sound of it the process remained wholly mechanical. As soon as the other couple leave the store Deb looked at Cindy and asked: "Was he a gentleman?"

"Other than some starring at my tits, though he did TRY to keep his eyes topside, and honestly, with THESE Watermelons who can blame him?" Cindy said, reporting on Jack's conduct.

"He does indeed seem to be a tits man." Deb stated, though not angrily as Jack rallied and presented the roses.

"For-you-Deb!" He blurted in a rush.

"Why, thank you, you really decided to go all out, didn't you?" She says taking the roses and smelling them. "You don't mind if I kick off early do you Cindy? Big first date and all..."

"Not a bit of it, I'm here to mind the store, go have fun you two!" She said and sat like a statue looking at nothing, as if she were an automaton with no programming other than to wait for a customer.

"So what's our date plan like?" Deb asked as she climbed on the moped's back seat.

"Well, first Olive Garden for dinner and then back to my place or yours if you have cable to watch 'From Russia With Love' on 'Retro Movie Network'." Jack said, smiling under his helmet as he pulled out of the parking space.

"Oh, oh dear..." Deb replied clearly dismayed.

"What, what is it?" Jack asked, concerned.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you this sooner, but I am deathly allergic to garlic." Deb declares. "Even the smell makes me nauseous and if I eat anything that has even a trace of it my mouth peals, I feel sick for days, and I get itchy red hives all over my body." She explains apologetically.

"Oh, well... We don't have reservations anywhere else, but I am sure we can find somewhere to eat!" Jack said thinking quickly.