In fact, it caused a great deal of amusement, this blue plastic penis sent out of spite.  I’m sure he assumed I’d be horrified that anyone would have the audacity to send me such an item.  Though after his last “surprise,” he should have realized it would take a little more than that to truly out do himself.  So “a surprise,” that’s what he’d called it before.  He’d come up with this idea, one he’d pieced together while I was out of town.    Upon my return, John told me he had “a surprise” in the basement, “a surprise” he had to prepare himself for.  I was instructed to wait upstairs while he readied his “surprise,” and to wait for the signal to join him.  Fifteen minutes passed, and then I felt the floor shift.  John was apparently ready.

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