The woman offered her hand to Della, who also took it, shaking absently.

Winona, being Winona, recovered quickly. “Della here would like to look at some dildos.”

Della appreciated Winona keeping her voice low, but her cheeks heated just the same. She was tempted, so tempted, to drop her gaze, but neither Frieda nor Winona seemed embarrassed by the subject, so damn it all—she wouldn’t, either.

“That’s right,” she confirmed with a definitive nod. To hell with female pleasure items or coyly whispering what she needed.

“Well now, hun, you’ve come to the right place. Are you after a vibrator or a dildo?”

“Oh.” Della glanced at Winona. “Umm…”

“Dildos are stationery,” Winona murmured. “Kind of a dick substitute. Vibrators vibrate.”

Well duh…of course. Except Della had no idea what she wanted. Sucking in a breath, she looked directly at Frieda. “I’m not really sure, to be honest. Could I look at both?”

“Of course, sugar,” Frieda said with a smile.

Winona shot her an admiring look. “Attagirl,” she whispered.

Della felt stupidly buoyed at her boldness. It didn’t last long. “This is my current range right here in these cabinets.” Frieda palmed the glass beneath her elbows, and Della was pleased she hadn’t succumbed to the urge to look down earlier.

She might have chickened out for good at the mind-boggling selection.

“Oh…my.” Della exhaled as she took in the breadth of Frieda’s collection, blinking at the kaleidoscope of lurid colors laid out like pieces of candy behind the glass.

Climax candy.

Frieda rolled out a long piece of crushed velvet on the countertop before reaching underneath and pulling the devices out one by one and laying them down. “Sex toys are like men,” Frieda observed throatily. “You should always try before you buy.” After placing the last one down, she looked directly into Della’s eyes. “Have a play, get the feel of them, and see what you think.”

There were a dozen different models in front of her, and it was fair to say Della didn’t even know where to start.

“It’s okay, sugar,” Frieda urged with a smile. “You can pick them up. They won’t bite. BOBs are good like that. They won’t hog the bed or make you lie in the wet spot, either,” she said with a wink.

BOBs? She glanced at Winona again, who said, “Battery-operated boyfriend.”

Oh God. That was what she was here purchasing, wasn’t it? A BOB!

Hand trembling, Della reached for the closest specimen. It was a light blue dildo with an exceedingly realistic vein network and impressive thickness. It was made of silicone, managing to be both hard and still spongy at the same time. She took in the girth and the blueness and wasn’t turned on.

Frankly, it looked like most of them could do her some kind of injury.