The PleasureWand wasn’t a flimsy little toy. Kiersten didn’t use it daily, but she used it at least once a week, more often when she was super horny around her period, and more than once she marveled at how well-made it was. Years after she’d purchased it, the vibration was as strong as it’d been fresh out of the box, and the head hadn’t moved or cracked or rocked, no matter how much she humped against it, in any direction. Her only complaint was that, over time, the cord didn’t seem to really hold up all that well. Maybe if she didn’t keep it plugged into the same outlet all the time, it wouldn’t have built up a kink in it at the base of the wand. And she might have never noticed it, either, if it hadn’t shocked her after her bath.
It’d been seven years since she’d last seen Lisa. She wa
