She Gets A Package *POV Change*

She took another sip of her organic coffee.

She hadn't ordered anything recently. Yet, on her doorstep was a non-descript package wrapped in brown paper. A bit shoddy too, nothing Fed-Ex would ever let through their system. But, she had class today, so she couldn't spend all of her time thinking about the mysterious gift. She brought it in and left it on her table. As she walked to History of Feminism, her cat Malthus batted gently at the package.

Hours later, when she returned the package was ripped in a few places. Malthus's pawing no doubt. She didn't believe in declawing her cats. Without even bothering with the package, she flopped on to her couch, and let her lime green hair cascade over the edge. What was on her mind wasn't the package. Or class. Or what the campus protest society's next agenda was.

It was who she was going to invite over tonight.

Thomas was busy. Adnan was out of town. Brown Bear had been arrested. All of her usual fuck buddies were out of town. She let out a groan that was muffled by the couch. Bored and horny, she stood up again and walked over to the table. She needed a distraction.

She undid the wrapping paper with the delicacy of a sledge hammer. There was bits of paper all over the table and the floor. It was alright, she'd recycle it later. Inside the brown paper was a plain cardboard box. She opened up the lip, and when she saw what was inside, she couldn't help licking her lips.

There wasn't a brand name. But, with the long metal body, control panel on the side, a comfortable looking bulbous head, she knew a Hitachi-style vibrator when she saw one. She lickes her lips.