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rpg_palace[Anonymously delivered to Jon: A black ostrich feathered Butt Plug]
Message reads:
To Jon,
Your very own Toy. I hope you find a good use for it.
Love ?
Message reads:
To Jon,
Your very own Toy. I hope you find a good use for it.
Love ?
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Date: 2004-11-11 04:05 pm (UTC)There was a long thin package wedged up against his door. Surprised and curious, Jon picked it up and carried it inside with him.
Putting his library books down on the table he took it over to the sofa and sat down, lifting the lid gingerly.
Gee now, wasn't that pretty! Stroking the soft feathers, he lifted the . . . the . . . it from it's resting place and looked at it, twirling it in his hand by the base as he smiled at the soft flutter of the feathers.
Reluctantly putting it down, he looked amongst the tissue for a card, finding the slender white rectangle buried at the bottom.
Oh! Oh! An anonymous present. Well! He'd never had. . . Jon grinned to himself, ears pink with pleasure as he read the card again.
Toy? With a capital 'T'? Surely not!
He picked up his gift again and studied it with fresh eyes.
No, no way! Now, that's just ridiculous, he told himself.
Nobody would put, would do, would . . . with feathers?
Must be a typographical error, he decided.
Allowing the soft feathers to ghost across his cheek, he sat back on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table, thinking.
I know what it looks like, he thought. The simplest explanation is usually the correct one.
He smiled, happily twirling his feather duster.
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Date: 2004-11-12 03:07 am (UTC)Yeah, that about says it all.
Angie
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Date: 2004-11-12 06:17 am (UTC)Re: comment
Date: 2004-11-12 08:59 am (UTC)And now picturing Guy's face when he sees Jon cleaning his apartment with this toy. And worse, how can he possibly tell Jon what it is w/o Jon thinking he sent it. Unless, he thinks Jon wouldn't mind having gotten an example toy?
*Matt eyes the gift looking confused as well.* - Mun? is that one of those things we've heard of but never used?
*Mun nods* - Yep? Like it? Want Jude or Guy to use one with you?
*Matt's eyes glaze over as he falls back on his bed whimpering - visions of Jude, Guy and feathers flying through his fevered brain*