She gives you the eye roll. "Believe me when I say that this is not a game for children. What makes this rock is the swirling and rotating motions inside it." She indicates something that resembles a probe with phalanges. "The most wonderful part of it is right here."
I believe that I am experiencing fear. "The devil himself, what is that thing?"
"A c******l stimulator."
Good grief. "You've got to be kidding me."
She is giggling while shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, no. I would never jest about something like that. The charm of this little number will have you here in less than a minute. I assure you of that."
Under a minute? s**t!
I notice that there is a probe attached, and while I'm afraid to ask questions, I can't help but be curious. I put my finger on it and ask, "And this?
