Well, they did it to me again.  The editorial staff gave me, the asthmatic, another blow-up doll.  This time, however, it's a girl doll and they figured that since I was horny all the time, any hole would do me.

This delightful doll has three holes to satisfy!  I was a little frightened -- I had to peel back little skin-covered flaps in order to get to her pussy and anus.  It was odd.  Then I thought, wouldn't it be nice if we could do that in real life?  That way we'd know that what we were about to deliver into had been "sanitized for our protection."

But the doll has no hair.  She's like... bald.  Oh, she had hair painted on, a frightening yellow that my Aunt Hilda wears on holidays.  And then I couldn't get the image of my Aunt Hilda out of my head.

After some Zen exercises and the putting back of Aunt Hilda into the mental box that should remain closed at all times, I was able to focus on the doll, and actually used all three holes quite nicely.  My only qualm was that they felt exactly alike.  In the future, I'd like different textures and tightening ability.

Of course, then I may never come to work....