For Jerry, at that moment, one single solitary thought came to mind.  He admired how Gel was absolutely correct.  Everybody comes in here at one time or another.  Jerry immediately turned his face away from Donna, hoping not to be recognised. He found himself staring once again upon Gel's beautiful young cleavage.

'Hey U!' Donna spoke up.  'Uhlander!  Jerry!  What the hell are you doing here?'

Jerry's brain was now on overload.  But his eyes gathered in the entire scene.  Of the several items more out of place at that moment than he...was the opened box Donna carried.  The box apeared to be labeled with a signed endorsement and publicity photo of a thirty-something Charles Bronson.

'I thought I saw the old Bel Air circling the store on the security cameras,' Donna said.  'I was going to go outside and wave you in, but I felt a little funny about it.'

'No one feels...fu...fu...funnier than me right now,' Jerry struggled to say as he continued to avoid eye contact.

'Ok Jere...you can stop staring at Gel's boobs now, ' Donna teased.

Gel's eyes lit up, 'OMG!  How funny is that?  Your Donna is my Donna!'

'You...you...your Donna?' Jerry stuttered.  Jerry finally removed each eyeball from where they were wedged between both firm breasts.

'Gel, be a dear and take the girls for a walk.'  Donna handed Gel the opened dildo box.  'And please repackage Mr. Majestyk.  Place the good man back on the shelf.  Whoever said a good man is hard to find never met Charlie B all alone in a dark room!'

'But the Mayor's wife claims it's defective,' said Gel.

'To hell with the Mayor's wife,' replied Donna. 'There's nothing wrong with the big guy or his mustache.'

'No loose wires?' asked Gel.  'No electrical shocks?'

'None that we shouldn't charge extra for,' replied Donna.  'That naughty boy's been the top seller since 1974.  Ya can't improve on a good thing, no way, no how.'

Gel wrapped her slim arms around Mr. Majestyk and carefully carried Charles Bronson up to the front of the store.  But before she turned and walked away Gel gave Donna a little wink.

Donna then turned her attention once more to Jerry.  'Well, well, well...isn't this a pleasant surprise?'

'Ahhh...surprise...yepper, it's a real humdinger of a surprise alright.  Who...who...whose surprising who?'

'Look honey,' said Donna.  'You're the only man in this town who has yet to walk out of this joint carrying a purple bag full of recreational...accessories.'

'You kn..kn..know Gel?' Jerry stuttered.

'Hells bells, Jerry, I hired Gel.  Matter of fact I've fired her too!  More than once, let me tell ya.  Three times this year alone!  But I love the kid and she's my best condom sales clerk.'

'Then why would you ever fa...fa...fire her?'

'My smooth little Gel gets her own perverse jollies out at the expense of some of our newby clientele.  Let me tell you, Jerry. I'd need a whole new license for the personal fitting pranks Gel loves to get on Youtube.

'Personal fitting pranks?  Youtube?'

'I fire her every time a client complains.  But you know, most don't ever say a word anymore.  As long as their pride and not their face is plastered all over the internet, none of the poor dudes want to get the sweet precocious girl in trouble.  They chalk it up to a little sexual adventure and quickly become regular customers.'

'Yeah...sweet girl.'

'So Jerry, what kind of trouble can we do you for...or would you prefer that you work with one of my staffers?'

'Staffers?'

'Just trying to keep it professional, dearie.  I got custody of the store in a very ugly divorce settlement.  Hell, I'd been running this place for years.  My bastard ex tried to kick me out once I kicked him out.  Thank God for female judges!'

'S...s...so...' Jerry stammered.  'You...own this place?'

'It pays the bills, Sugar.  Now what can I get for you?  Just don't tell me you want to try on a pair of our edible underwear...cuz you and I ain't ever going there, buddy.'

'No!  Edible what?  No...my dear God...No!  I just th...th...thought...you know...rubbers?'

Donna smiled.  'Now you ain't seeing some pretty young thing behind my back, are you Jerry?'

'Absolutely not!  I just wanted to be...you know, re...re...ready.'

Donna leaned in close and looked Jerry in the eye.  'You sweet man, you.'  Donna looked up and down the aisle of adult entertainment paraphernalia before she planted a kiss on Jerry's cheek.  'There'll be more of that later.'

'There will be?  You...you're not ma...ma...mad at me?  I'm not being to...to...too forward?  Too per...per...presumptuous?' 

'Hell no, boyfriend.  You are the least presumptuous man that I have ever meant...and it's refreshing.  But save your condom money, big fella.  That's where this old bird is a bargain.'

'Huh?'

'My granny hasn't paid me a visit in over ten months,' replied Donna.

'I th...thought your grandmother was da...da...dead?'

Gel's voice came over the store intercom.  'Donna!  Your ex just pulled up to the front of the store.'

'Ah, Crap!  Jerk alert.  So much for court orders,' said Donna as she seemed to tense up.

'Everything ok?' Jerry asked.

As soon as the door chime sounded, Gel's scream was heard from the front counter, followed by three pops from a semi-automatic small caliber weapon.  The smell of gun powder and blood quickly made it to the fitting room area.

Both Donna and Jerry hit the floor.  Gel's scream was silenced with the first pop.  Fear engulfed Donna's eyes as Jerry leaned in to whisper.

'Da...da...Donna?'

'Shush, baby, shush...' replied Donna softly.

'Donna...th...th..there's something important I na...na...need to ask.'

Their eyes met there, inches above the linoleum floor.  The front door chimed again followed by additional screams and additional gun shots.

'D...D...Donna?'

'What is it, Jerry?' Donna whispered with a voice seasoned in both fear and frustration.  'What is so damn important at a time like this?' 

'I...I...guess I'm interested in that ed...ed...edible underwear after all.  Wh...wh...what flavors do you carry?'