Della waited until she heard Arlo’s police vehicle drive down the street before making a beeline for the shower. She had an evening of debauchery ahead of her, and she wanted to start it right with her cupcake-scented body wash and fully shaven legs. Okay, it may not be a real date, but it was the first time she was staring down an orgasm—or three—and hell if that wasn’t worth some pre-pampering.

Once out of the bath, she got into her pajamas, then changed the sheets on her bed. Next she lit a half dozen large, slow-burn vanilla candles and placed them strategically around her room. Crossing to the door, she locked it and switched out the light. The room glowed soft and pretty—the perfect setting for a romantic liaison, even if it was with herself.

Heading to her nightstand, she opened a Winona Crane story on her Kindle to really get her all sexed up, then pulled the pink bag with the black print out from under her bed. Her pulse did a funny jump as she upended the contents onto the sheets and three boxes tumbled out.

Della took a while unboxing everything, reading instructions, checking batteries, and testing settings before lining her BOBs up on the bedside table in order of use.

Dildo first. Rabbit next. Suck-u-buzz last.

She noticed that Frieda had included a small tube of flavored lube, which Della tossed back into the bag and stashed under the bed again. She sure wasn’t going to need any artificial lubricant tonight. She was already wetter than the rain hitting the windowpanes.

Stupidly nervous, Della slid under the covers, grabbing the dildo as well and tucking it under her pillow for the appropriate time—whenever the hell that might be. Then, taking a steadying breath, she opened Winona’s book.

It didn’t take long to get her in the mood. Just the way Winona wrote an exchange of longing looks between her hero and heroine was enough to get Della’s engine revving in her current state of sexual readiness. Within ten minutes, her body was at DEFCON 5, and Della was easing her underwear down her legs, ready to deploy the heat-seeking missile under her pillow.

Right…deep breath in, let it out. She could do this.

Della spread her legs and nudged the hard plastic dome of the dildo at her entrance. Slowly, she inserted it, trying to breathe and relax as the unfamiliar object slid inside.

Fortunately, there was no sign of the holy hymen, proving her revirgination theory wrong.

By the time it was seated as far as possible, Della’s pulse was so fast she thought for a few seconds she might actually be having a heart attack. Which would be just her luck—dying before she got to the good bit. With a dildo wedged up her hoo-ha.