“There’s nothing too outlandish about it. Just a nice buzz, if you know what I mean. And”—she flipped it over so they could inspect the bottom—“It has three different speed settings.”

Frieda took it through the next two levels. By the time it got to the highest setting, the vibrator actually shimmied across the velvet a little before toppling over and buzzing merrily through its little disco dance for one.

“Then we get more adventurous.”

Frieda grabbed the next one, also hot pink. It was more sculptured, and shimmying was obviously not its thing. The head revolved, and the settings didn’t just involve speed but different kinds of stimulation, like pulsing and undulating, with rotating beads just below the surface for extra zing.

“These next few are different variations on that. Then we get to…” She pointed at a model that looked very familiar, with a protrusion from the main trunk that ended in two little ears. “The rabbit.”

“That’s my go-to,” Winona confessed.

Frieda grinned. “Mine, too.”

“Mine three.” Rosemary appeared at Della’s other elbow.

Yeah. Della remembered.

“Mine four,” said a customer who had walked into the store not too long ago.

Della blinked. Was she the only woman in eastern Colorado who didn’t own a vibrator?

“It has dual motors,” Frieda continued. “One operates the clitoral stimulator, and the other handles the G-spot stimulation.”

The first time Della heard about the G-spot had been in one of Winona’s novels. She’d been so curious she’d Googled it, only to find that it wasn’t exactly the most accessible part of her anatomy, and she’d relegated it to the too-hard basket.

But maybe with the rabbit…

“It has a load of different speed and intensity settings, and it’s whisper quiet.” Frieda picked it up and turned it on, ramping it up to maximum throttle to demonstrate the quietness of the hum it emitted. She handed it to Della to get a feel as she reached for the next one in line.

“This one here comes with a cordless remote control.”

Della instantly forgot about the bunny-eared phallus writhing in her palm. “Remote control?” She tried not to look like her brain had just exploded.

“Sure, sugar,” Frieda said. “It’s less…disruptive, shall I say, to your experience to have a control to adjust things, rather than having to interrupt the fun times to reach down and blindly fiddle with the settings.”

“Ah.” Della nodded. She hadn’t thought about the logistics, but it made sense.

“Or”—Frieda waggled her eyebrows—“give it to someone else to control, if you get my drift.”

Yes…Della got her drift. And didn’t that open up some possibilities. When she’d contemplated purchasing a BOB, it had been for her private use. The thought she could share it with someone else was a whole new level of hell yes please.

“What’s the range on that thing?” Winona asked.