Into the Twilight
an excerpt

* Names have been changed and minor details omitted to protect the...innocent. Enjoy.

Deirdre used to be a nurse. The stories she had to tell had us in stitches.
“So they were messing around, the husband and wife, and it got stuck.”
We were sitting in the breakroom, it was freezing out. No one wanted to go back out into the howling wind, and our boss wasn’t rushing us either. I got up and poured another coffee.
“Anyone?”
“No, I’m good.” Bundy said. “The mattress will be vibrating tonight if I have another cup.”
We laughed and went back to Deirdre, urging her. “Speaking of mattresses, you were saying…”
“Well, they didn’t know what to do. This put a damper on the…festivities, needless to say,” her eyebrows went up, a mischeivous twinkle in her eye, “so they phoned the paramedics, and they brought him in, face down, of course.” She snickered, then broke out laughing.
“Oh my God, how did you not laugh?” Asked Cheryl, the second youngest next to me.
“I would’ve died laughing,” I said, giggling, envisioning the poor guy sprawled out on a white stretcher, arms akimbo, the giant ebony dildo sticking straight up out of his ass.
“Oh, we didn’t even try. We laughed our asses off! We couldn’t help it.”
“Wha-wha- what did he do?” Cheryl piped up, stuttering and wiping away tears of mirth.
“What could he do? He was stuck like a pig on a spit. He just wanted it out!”
“Oh-oh-bahahahaha-his poor wife!” I spluttered, laughing even harder. My stomache was starting to hurt.
Bundy put down her coffee. “I think I want to be a nurse. Hell of lot more amusing than chambermaiding!”
Howls and gales of amusement echoed throughout the breakroom. It was time to go back to work.