Sex quandry...

So I was driving home from work, along a route I should take more often as it’s a pretty drive, and I passed a sex toy shop on a major street in Cairns. No one was parked outside and it looked deserted. I wondered to myself who actually would park out the front of one and have their car seen by their Great Aunt Betty on her way home from bingo? Or did you park on a side street to avoid stares and whispers? Do you saunter up to the front door with the look of I-need-a-dildo-and-to-hell-what-anyone-else-thinks or do you scuttle around the back, all timid like, wearing dark glasses and pretending not to recognize your Great Aunt Betty as she and the girls from bingo come out of the sex toy store with shopping bags?  

I heard on the radio that the advent of Fifty Shades of Gray had people frequenting sex toy shops as they were as horny as goats…

Sex…always a quandary – too much…too little…too hard…