"Goddammit!" she shouted. "Tommy's been giving me the cold shoulder. It isn't like him."

"Tommy has good taste. Maybe he doesn't like you."

"Don't give me any of that shit. Dammit, I need him."

So you've finally decided to be forthright, thought Rita. Actually, the girl had attempted to make herself presentable. Maybe it wasn't her fault her stockings were baggy, her slip showed, and nothing fit well, making her look like a young street whore. She had obviously tried, and it was an improvement.

"I know there's something goin' on between you and Tommy. Believe me, I could make trouble for you… a lot of trouble."

Not likely. There would be a lot to prove and no way to prove it. Still, the little bitch could make it awkward. No point in starting a war.

"Mitzi, I… I think I know what you're going through. I was young myself once. Believe me, I know what it's like to have an ache in my pussy."

The little bitch stared. "You do?"

"Certainly. A woman has sexual needs, much like a man has. There are ways to take care of those needs."

"Oh no, I'm not gonna finger my cunt!"

"You don't have to. You can relieve those aching feelings in other ways. And it doesn't have to be with a man."

Mitzi's face was blank.

"My husband passed away over a year ago. Since then, I haven't felt like remarrying. There are other ways. There are other women in need."

"I dunno," said Mitzi. "I couldn't just go to my girlfriend and say let's fuck."

"Well, you might get bolder in time. Meanwhile, I'll show you how to relieve that ache."

Rita stood before the girl and held the top button of her dress in her fingers. Mitzi towered over her, five-feet-eight, at least. The girl's face colored while Rita opened one button after another, working down to the hem. When the garment hung open, Rita peeled it back off the brunette's shoulders and let it fall to the floor.