Something pink under the sofa

John heads over to the sofa and reaches underneath, feeling whatever it is bounce off his fingers and roll away. Frowning and bending down farther, he reaches deep under the sofa, feeling around until his hand closes around something hard, smooth, and plastic.

He is just pulling oht his arm when he feels something small and hard flick against the puckering hole he hadn't thought about flashing to the room. He jolted up and spun to find his aunt Miriam, giggling like a loon.

"Gotta say, John, you really take plumber's crack to a *hole* new level." She cackled at her own joke.

"Miriam, would you get your game face on? We're trying to sell here. Oh, look, you found something to wear in back. Thank goodness. I was worried your sister wouldn't get back in time and you'd be running around looking like you were nude from the back."

John follows her gaze to his hand, which he now realizes contains a pink plastic butt plug with what looks like a strand of wire coming out of a sparkly pink gem on its base.

"Hurry and put it on. I think I hear our first guest-omers. I don't want them thinking I raised a son who still runs around naked like when he was sma... young."