At hearing Margaret's yelling, Laura rushed back into the garage. When she arrived, she stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the two dildos sitting on the garage floor.
"What happened?" Laura asked.
Margaret turned towards her and looked horrified. "I ... I cut it in half. Then it turned into two separate dildos. I ... I think both are just like the original, because I have this overpowering feeling to touch them."
"Well, don't," Laura said. "You know what will happen."
"Yeah, I know. But I still want to touch them." She turned back and looked at the dildos, a faint smile appearing on her face. "I want to hold them. Caress them."
Seeing that her friend was having some real trouble resisting the lure of the "magic dildos", Laura approached Margaret and pulled her away from them. Once she was back by the door leading into the house, she regained her control.
"Thanks," Margaret said. "I can't believe I actually wanted to touch those filthy things."
"So what now?" Laura asked.
"Well, cutting them into pieces was obviously a bad idea. What were the other ideas you had?" Margaret asked.
