“This magazine,” the stranger said, winking at Gina. Gina responded by licking her fingers as if to torture the woman standing across from her. “Am I next?” she asked Gina.

      “You mean for the dryer, right? ‘Cause I could take that someplace you might be ready to go,” Gina said.      

“Um, yes...I meant the dryer. I'm sorry,” the woman said. “What do you mean by that?”       

“Never mind,” Gina said.

      The stranger stood up. “Can someone tell me where the bathroom is?”

      “Gina, show Miss Thing the restroom, please,” Damon said. “I gotta rinse this lady before this perm burns her scalp.”

      “No problem, D,” Gina said. “I’ll take her. I was going there myself, anyway.”

      The woman followed Gina to the restroom near the back of the salon. As if by accident, she brushed against Gina, circled around, and stared her down from head to toe. “Umm, sexy face, sexy body, just sexy all around,” she said. “But, ain’t nothing sexier than those feet of yours.” Gina was wearing a pair of Jimmy Choo sandals that showed off her fresh pedicure and diamond-studded toenails. “Can I get a closer look?” Gina displayed her toes. “Dayummmmmm,” the woman said. Then, she took Gina’s hand, raised it to her own mouth, and tasted Gina’s fingers, which were still wet with her sex juices. She closed the door, and then she pinned Gina against the wall and kissed her with an open mouth. “How does that feel, sexy?”