A Tale in Alabama….
(This tale is based on this article)
Her name is Jane. She keeps her hands in her black trench coat and makes certain that her long, brown hair is covering her eyes, although she is wearing sunshades. No one can suspect her identity when she walks into the dealer’s shop.
Jane approaches the door with trepidation. Once you step inside, this is it. No going back. She slowly reaches for the knob, but the door opens automatically. Before she has an opportunity to jump, a shorter woman rushes past her, trying to cover her own face and clinging tightly to a large paper bag. Jane knows what’s in the bag. The same thing that she’s there for as well.
The dealer welcomes her into the store, all the while looking at her strangely. “You here for a pistol? Rifle? Bullets? Bomb-making materials?”
“I heard you sell special guns,” she softly replies
He motions for her to come closer to the counter, and lowers his voice more. “I got whatever special gun you need. Just keep this between us, and everyone else will be fine too. If I ever get caught, I’m facing prison time. And you can’t get these guns anywhere else.”
She nods in agreement, which means that she’ll keep everything on the low. He starts walking into the backroom, and she follows. It appears to be a small room, although when he shuts the door and turns the lights on, she is shocked to see shelves stocked with all the different varieties of what she wanted.
“All the vibrators you’ll ever need,” the dealer joked. “I got the finest dildos in Alabama!”
He helps her choose the correct kind, she hands him the money, and she leaves quickly. Jane calms down a lot when she enters the house. Her husband walks down the stairs, wondering what she could be so happy about. She brushes him off, goes to her room, and quietly transports herself to Happyland, where her joy lasts endlessly.
The End.
Funny
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