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“No, I cannot teach you how to use a sex doll, jesus!”
I posted this as a status message on my IM, frustrated after a chat with a man interested only in trying to coerce some salacious Saturday night talk out of me.
Moments later, a friend’s message popped onto my screen. “Is that an expletive or were you talking to Jesus?” he asked.
“It was an expletive,” I growled.
“What exactly did he want you to tell him?” my friend questioned.
“He wanted explicit instructions on how to use a sex doll. But he couldn’t even tell me which sex doll. Or her name. Or what she looked like. Or anything.”
“Ah, so he just wanted you to tell him to lube up his cock, and fondle the doll’s pussy, and then slide it in her nice and slow?”
“You’re as bad as he was!”
“No no, I’m just theorizing that maybe it was Jesus,” my friend said. “It would make sense, wouldn’t it? ‘Cause he of all people would be the type who’d need instructions.”

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