"Oh, God," Lynn sighed, fingering one slim, foil packet. Not understanding why she was doing it, she dropped it into her purse. There were so many of them. Surely her uncle wouldn't miss just one. And it excited her to know that something so exclusively sexual was jammed deep in her pocketbook.

Lynn was about to shut the drawer when she aw something under a couple of manila folders. She glanced out the window to see if her uncle had pulled up yet and when she saw that he hadn't, pulled the folders out. There in the back of the deep drawer was a snail bottle of something that looked like oil. Lynn picked it up, found that it had a subtle, somewhat musky perfume to it. It was love oil! She was sure of it. She put the bottle back and picked up the white, grooved handle of what seemed at first glance to be a flashlight. But it was too skinny for that and when she realized what she held she almost dropped it. It was a twelve-inch vibrator. A twist of the base made the thing come alive in her palm. It buzzed with a steady vibration. The smooth, rounded tip was a blur.

She shoved it into the drawer and picked up the last item. A thick leather thong with loops at both ends so that they could be drawn tightly together. Lynn had no idea what her uncle used that for but the possibilities screamed in her mind. She was trembling again. She returned the things and quickly shut the drawer and stood up. There was a dampness at the crotch of her panties that just wouldn't go away. And just then her uncle's station wagon swooped up into the parking lot outside and saw him getting out. She tried to pull her emotions together by the time he breezed into the office. And she was relieved that he seemed preoccupied with something. Something that was bothering him. Lynn was happy to get her first chance to meet some people at a showing at the edge of town where the new development was going in. Just before she left her uncle's office he hugged her waist and told her how pretty she looked. Lynn blushed all the way out to the car.