<P>Living on Violent Circle a place that's less of a neighborhood and more of an insane asylum poured into the street I thought I was prepared for anything. After you've seen a woman strip down at the laundry room to wash the clothes she's wearing then saunter across the street naked you've seen it all right? How naïve I was.</p><P>After the factory closed leaving me and a good portion of the town unemployed I took a job managing Scarlet Toys. I knew it wouldn't be a typical work environment selling adult toys in a town more uptight than a constipated nun but some things you just never see coming. Like the protesters covered in poison ivy screaming about smut peddlers. Or a dancing dinosaur named Fappy. Or the allure of the man standing in the center of all the chaos.</P><P>Wyatt Lawson a six-foot-four-inch heap of muscle with a quick smile ignited my interest in more than the available manager position. Like the missionary one. Or the rodeo. Maybe the side rider. What can I say? I'm an overachiever.</P><P>Let's just hope he doesn't scare easily.</P><P><B>Warning: Contains mature themes.</B></P>