The two arrive.

Over the next three days, you let your mind run wild with ideas as to what you'll have your new toys do for you. Suffice it to say, you are glad you live alone because no sane roommate would want to listen to that much masturbating.

At the dawn of the third day, you wake up to a knock on your front door. It takes you a moment to orient yourself, and you find you passed out on the couch in your excitement. You walk over to the door and open it.

"You the owner?" said the man standing on the porch.

"Yes," you reply.

The man looked down at his clipboard.

"It's a lovely day for a stroll," he says.

You immediately recognize the challenge code you set up for your order.

"It is, but I prefer to saunter."

The man nods and holds the clipboard and a pen out to you.

"Sign at the bottom."

You do as he says and hand the clipboard back. Over the next few minutes, he and another man load two large boxes onto hand-trucks and roll them into your house just inside the door. Then, as soon as they came, they left, leaving you with two large wooden crates and the hardest boner you have ever had in your life.