CHAPTER NINETEEN
“ No, sir, I’m sorry, but we don’t stock inflatable dolls, I’m afraid. Sorry, what? Inflatable sheep? Er, no. I didn’t even know they existed. But no, not here. Er yes,” Coco listened down the phone and tried to keep a straight face. “Oh those,” she emphasised for added drama to Aggie and Christie who were both listening to the conversation. “No, I don’t believe so, but you can probably find them online. No, I can’t suggest a site, I’m afraid. Have you thought about Googling inflatable sheep? Oh right. And what was the other thing you’ve been looking for? An inflatable p***y? The feline variety? Oh right. Sorry, we don’t stock those either. However, we do carry a vibrating v****a if that helps? No, no, it’s not inflatable. Sorry. Yes, fine. All right then. Thanks fo
