Dildos?!

The rows of faux phalluses beckons you tonits dark corner. Well, not so much dark as it is cheaply lit. You walk amongst the various devices and stop to browse the odds and ends. One in particular, the 'Mandingo', captivates you so much you don't even realize the employee behind the counter is calling to you.

"What? Sorry, yes?"

"I said can I help you find anything? That was a big seller, great reviews."

It's not the older man working the cash register, this time it's a young woman, maybe in her mid 20s. There's something oddly familiar. Wasn't she your old algebra teacher? She was! Ms Donoghue! A total ten with rosy cheeks and wavy blonde hair. Now she's clad in a company tank top the forces your eyesight to her bust. Have they gotten bigger?

"Well, uh, do you recommend it?"