The booksigning on Saturday at Waldenbooks was fantastic!  I met lots of wild and wonderful people, and had a blast.  As usual.  *wicked grin*

 

In fact, I almost sold out of all three of the "Witchery Series" novels.  Good thing the manager anticipated this two weeks ago and ordered more stock, which should be in any day now.

 

Actually, I was kinda late getting to the bookstore this time.  A first for me.  Really.  My booksignings always start at 1:00, and I usually arrive at 12:30 so I’ll have plenty of time to set up.

 

But this time I arrived afew minutes after 1:00.  Oops!

 

"Sorry I’m late," I apologize when I dash into the store and dump my backpack on the counter behind the cash registers.  "But I kinda overdosed on cyber-sex this morning, and time got away from me."

 

"No problem," the manager replies, shrugging like it’s no big deal.  Have I mentioned lately how much I love that store and the new manager, Mimi?  She’s awesome and so is her staff.

 

"No, really," I protest, "I’ve been a bad girl, and I deserve to be spanked."  A naughty grin curls my lips, and I waggle my eyebrows.  "Again."

 

"TMI!" the assistant manager shouts, as everyone giggles.  "I’m leaving!"

 

An hour later he mentioned the spanking and wanted to know if that was my kink.

 

"Nah," I reply.  "I’m not into rough sex or BDSM."  I shrug.  "Basically, I’m just a frisky fuck." 

 

He laughs and gets that same this-woman-needs-serious-meds look on his face like Wes gets.   

 

"But I am an exhibitionist," I continue, grinning wickedly.

 

"Oh, no," he moans.  Yeah, Wes says the same thing. 

 

"Wanna see my panties?" I ask.  Before he can turn away I reach into my low-riding jeans and pull up the black lace edge of the leopard-print bikini panties I’m wearing that day.  "See?"

 

He laughs like crazy and give me another one of those looks.

 

"Trashy stuff, I know."  I waggle my eyebrows again.  "But what can I say?  Once a slut, always a slut."

 

He scurried away after that.

 

Toward the end of the booksigning, he came back to check on me and see if I needed anything.  "You’re having too much fun selling books," he says.  "The Fun Police should arrest you.  They should put you in solitary confinement and make you watch something boring like a film on flower pollination."

 

"Wait a minute," I reply.  "Isn’t that like fertilization?  Kinda like flower-fucking?"

 

He laughs like crazy.  "Enough!" he exclaims.  "You are impossible."  He shakes his head.  "Okay.  Fine.  A film on celibacy then." 

 

"Eeeeek!" I scream.  "Anything but that!!"

 

Dear Goddess, the man really knows how to torture a girl, ya know?  *slutty grin*