"All right!" Jim said with a smile, hefting a six-cell MagLite. "We might be a while, boys and girls - don'y wait up."
Sharon, dressed in (delightfully) tight black jeans and a black silk blouse playfully slapped her boyfriend. "B'have yourself, Jimmy Boy." As usual, when she goofed around she exxagerated her Southern drawl, a by- product of her Georgia upbringing.
"Yes'um." Jim said, mock contritely. With a smile, he slipped an arm around her (in his opinion) too-skinny - a la Calista 'Anerexia' Flockheart - and led her off into the house, the other pairs doing likewise.
After wandering around aimlessley in the fading halways of the abandoned mansion, Jim finally picked a door at random. Opening it, he performed an overly theatrical bow, and gestured Sharon inside.
"Where are we?" Sharon asked. She was looking around the room, which was full of moldering furnature, a fireplace, and shelves of books interspaced with glass-fronted cabinetry that Jim's mom called 'Curio Cabinets'.
"It's Jim, with the flashlight, in the study." Jim chuckled, miming hitting Sharron over the head with the flashlight. When she poked him in the ribs, he played the flashlight around the room, then pulled Sharon to one of the display cases.
"Whoops!" Sharon giggled, eyeing the contents of the case. "Most people wouldn't put this stuff on display."
Jim had to agree. First, there was the copy of 'Playboy'. Older - but perfectly preserved - it fetured a leggy blonde in heels, black fish-nets wit a seem up the back of each leg, and a gold-colored corset. Unfortunately, the model was shot with her back to the camera, revealing her hour-glass figure and spectacular legs and ass, but that was it. She could have been a real looker, or a dog. Small breasted or balloon chested. There was just no way of knowing what she 'sported' from the front.
"Wait a sec... Look at the title!" Sharon exclaimed.
Jim did so - and realized he'd been fooled by the layout and lettering. The magazine's title wasn't 'Playboy' - it was "Playtoy".
"Weird." Jim agreed. His eyes then went to the left of the misleading men's mag, to the pair of shoes that rested in the case. They were black, with three-inch platforms - and what looked to be seven or eight inch stiletto heels. Each shoe had an ankle strap that bosted a small golden padlock, curently unlocked.
To the right of the magazine lay the last item in the case - a dildo. Not just an ordinary dildo, though. This one was sculpted with amazing accuracy, looking almost real from the tip of it's head to the bottom of the balls. The only problem was, it was enormous - easily twenty-two inches long and with a girth to match.
Looking at each other, the two lovers didn't even have to discuss it. They knew exactly what to do...
Wed Jul 28 23:15:40 1999