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“I can’t--”

“You damned sure can. Reach up in your skirt and peel them off that little wet pussy of yours, and hand em to me.”

She sucked a breath. “I’ll be…I’d be fired.”

“But you want to do it, don’t you?”

She swallowed hard, and then nodded lightly.

He tilted his head toward her crotch. “Give ‘em to me.”

She looked flustered. After shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she looked at me. “Did you say you wanted the ring?”

I looked at Nut and let out a sigh of frustration. “I do.”

“It’s $6,900.”

I shrugged. “That’s fine.”

I handed her the ring and my credit card.

She looked at Nut, held his gaze for a moment, and then walked away ever so gracefully.

I turned toward him and shook my head. “I told you when we came in here to act civil.”

“Did not.”

“I did too.”

“Did not.”

“Damn it, Nut I said--”

“You said act accordingly,” he said. “And, I am. According to the fact she’s a sexy red-headed bitch. Red-heads are freaks.”

“Where do you come up with this shit? What the fuck, Nut? Give me your panties? Jesus H. Christ. You can’t tell the Tiffany’s clerk to give you her panties.”

He crossed his arms and gave me a nod. “Damned sure can. I just did.”

P-Nut was an odd individual. Uncommitted and promiscuous as hell, he went from woman to woman, never once settling down. He differed from me in the respect that he’d often have girlfriends, but he could never find anyone courageous enough to stick with him for very long.

His sexual kinks proved to be too much for everyone he’d met to date.

And, he’d met many.

Coming from the far side of the store, Jennis sashayed past P-Nut, lightly brushing him as she walked past, and then handed me a bag. “The receipt’s in the bag, and here’s your card.”

She handed me my credit card and then shook my hand. “It was a pleasure,” she said. “I hope that she enjoys the ring for a lifetime.”

She turned toward P-Nut and gave a crisp nod. “Thank you, gentlemen, for stopping in.”

He returned her nod and turned toward the door.

Without another word, or any additional expressed interest on P-Nut’s part, we left. A few feet from the entrance, he glanced over his shoulder.

“Gimme her panties,” he said.

“What?”