"Come on, Laura. I want to help you. Just let me in the loop, okay?"
"Really, Margaret. I mean it. This is for your husband's eyes only," Laura said.
Margaret shrugged. "Fine."
"So where is he?"
"He's in his office. I think he's talking with someone on the phone. At least he was when I last saw him."
"Okay, thanks," Laura said, before heading down the hall.
Margaret watched her as she walked away. She wondered what was in that box that was so important that she couldn't see it. As she went back to what she was doing, her imagination ran wild. But surely Laura wasn't doing anything immoral or unlawful. Maybe she had plans for a surprise birthday party for her in there, or something. Although, Margaret's birthday wasn't for another five months. What could be in that box?
Laura knocked on the pastor's office door and heard him say "Come in." So she did and then set the box on his desk.
"Laura, what can I do for you today?" he asked, looking up at her from behind the desk.
"Pastor White," she said. "I have a really terrible problem. And I have no idea how to fix it."
"Oh? And what problem is that?"
"This," she said, taking the lid off of the box, exposing the dildo to the man of faith.
