"Which time? That's where I did most of my shopping until they said I couldn't shop there anymore. I thought their meat prices were rather high anyway, and they didn't trim. They had a lot of nerve telling me to shop elsewhere. Anyway, just remember, seduce in the conventional way, and don't ever buy anything from the Piggly Wiggly."

"I think I can handle that order, Sue."

"We'll see, won't we. One thing you need to know about Sarah. She looks good, talks good, has a degree in English from SMU, but she's a fucking bubble head.

Don't tell her jokes because she won't get them, and sarcasm is a waste of breath. If you blow in her ear, you'll see her hair puff out on the other side.

Treat her as you would any cheerleader and you'll be fine. I'd better be going.

Don't let up on Dawn.

Don't let her cool off and start thinking. Send her home wet and gooey and get a key. I'll do something to stoke her fire again on my way out. Wait thirty minutes, then call her in and do something dirty."

"Like what?"

"Oh, strip her naked and have her masturbate for you. Girls like her have never let anyone see them masturbate. That always gets them fired up. When you send her out, find something to make her wear in her cunt, something that will keep her attention focused between her legs."

"Like what?"

"Jesus Christ, Jack, can't you do any thinking for yourself. Look around.

Pretend you have a pussy. Find something phallic or smooth and irregular."

"How about a light bulb?"

"Humm, you're on the right track, but if the fucker broke you could kiss that pussy goodbye.

I'm sure you'll think of something. I need to run. I want to make sure I'm home when Heather gets home from school. The crew won't be back until Thursday, but Sarah and I have a scene planned for her."

"That should be interesting."