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The Vagina Collaboration

I sat there staring at them for quite a while. I really couldn't help it as they sat there staring right back at me. My first thought was to run. Grab my handbag, whip out the car keys, jump in de Lancer and zoom back down the highway. Lord knows why didn't, but when a plastic vagina and a rubber penis are perched delicately on the desk of your new job, you tend to think irrationally. So I sat staring for quite a while.

A nurse came into my office, dropped off some papers, mentioned something about a meeting and without so much as a glance at my company, she waltzed right back out the door. I glanced around my new office and wondered what I was going to make of this job. It certainly wasn't banking and it most definitely was not the Trinidad Guardian. What it was, it seemed, was an adventure about to start.

I smiled and picked up my new penis. Wobbling a bit, it seemed to represent my future. The vagina, sitting quietly on my desk made a little sound as if to say, " what about me?" All I could think was, " Time to dust of the cobwebs chica!"

Giving her a swift wipe with a paper towel, I removed most of the dust that had settled over her in the past few years. The penis, didn't have that much to wipe off. I placed them facing each other. Outside, I could hear the nurse yelling at Ricardo the "stock boy" that he forgot, once again to order gloves and disinfectant.

Very gingerly I placed the penis inside the vagina. I tried to grin at my little game then realised the penis was stuck. Having not used any lubrication or protection, I panicked! Jesus Christ! Trust the Indian chick from south to get a rubber penis stuck in ah plastic vagina.

Racing to the bathroom, I submerged them both in water, tugging at the penis, but to no avail. De ass dred...

Quietly and calmly, I went back into my office and closed the door. I opened a filing cabinet, placed them inside and shut the drawer, proceeding to give them their privacy for the next two years.

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