Turnabout.

Krista stared at the object inside the box. It was a ten-inch long, two-inch diameter cylinder of crystal, smoothed on both ends. One end was constricted slightly an inch or so from the end, giving it a look not unlike a man's member. The whole was made of transparent quartz and had a natural slight slickness to it. A close examination revealed not a single flaw or inclusion.

"Alexandra."

"Yes, Miss Krista?"

"My mother gave me this; do you know what it means?"

"It looks like a sex toy, Ma'am."

"It is; and the message she's sending is 'fuck you.' I'm not going to take that. You're going to return it to her in the most thorough manner possible."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to take it to her home and fuck her with it. Tie her down if you have to, but she will be fucked by this device. One hole or both, I don't care, but make sure you record it, and bring the recording back to me as evidence."

Alexandra stared at Krista, mouth agape. She knew articling meant doing her mentor's scut work, but this...

"What are you waiting for? Get on with it."

Alexandra took the box and hurried out with it.