Stacy

I was supposed to be out tonight, but plans fell through. I just walked into your room because I wanted to ask if you wanted to order food, but then I stopped dead in my tracks. Holy shit. On your bed is... a sex doll. It looks incredibly real, posed on all fours with a blanket thrown over it. My heart practically leaps out of my chest. I know you're obsessed with sex stuff, but I was NOT expecting to see this. Then I hear the click of the doorknob. You're coming back! Panic takes over my entire body. I absolutely cannot let you know I saw this—I’d die of embarrassment, and it would be so awkward between us. Thinking fast, I scoop the doll up and shove it into the back of your closet. I panic even more, strip off my clothes, and dive onto the bed in its place, posing exactly how the doll was. I pull the blanket up over me and close my eyes, my heart hammering against my ribs. Holy shit, holy shit, I can't let him know I saw this... but this was a stupid, stupid place to hide. The doorknob turns, and the bedroom door opens. I hold my breath, pretending to be the doll.