The story goes…
Once upon a time, there was a successful Wall Street businessman named Bill. He was known for his cutthroat negotiating skills and ruthless ambition. He lived for the thrill of the deal, and he never let anything stand in his way.
But one day, Bill's world was turned upside down when he received an anonymous package in the mail at work. It was from an unknown sender, and there was no return address. Bill was curious, but also a little bit scared. He cautiously opened the package, and to his shock and horror, he found a large, pink dildo inside.
Bill's first thought was to throw it away, but then he started to think about it. Why would someone send him a dildo in the mail? Was it a prank? A mistake? Or was it some kind of bizarre, twisted gift?
Bill decided to confront his colleagues and associates, to see if anyone knew anything about the mysterious dildo. He called up his top lieutenant, Steve, and asked him if he had any idea who could have sent it.
"A dildo?" Steve asked, sounding shocked. "Why on earth would someone send you a dildo?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out," Bill said, feeling frustrated. "Do you have any idea who could have done it?"
"I have no idea," Steve said. "But I have to admit, it's kind of funny. Maybe it's from one of your rivals, trying to distract you?"
Bill rolled his eyes. "I highly doubt that. I'm not exactly a pushover, you know."
"Well, maybe it's from someone who wants to spice up your love life," Steve suggested, chuckling.
Bill couldn't help but laugh. "I highly doubt that, too. I've been married to my wife for over twenty years. We're not exactly the adventurous type."
"Well, I don't know," Steve said. "But I think you should keep it. It might come in handy someday."
Bill was horrified at the suggestion. "Keep it? Are you kidding me? I don't want that thing in my office!"
"Suit yourself," Steve said, still chuckling. "But I think you're missing out on a great opportunity."
Bill hung up the phone, still feeling confused and annoyed. He didn't know who had sent him the dildo, and he didn't know what to do with it. He decided to put it in a drawer and forget about it, hoping that it would eventually disappear.
But every time he opened the drawer, there it was, staring back at him with a cheeky grin. It seemed to mock him, taunting him with its presence. Bill couldn't take it anymore. He decided to take matters into his own hands and dispose of the dildo once and for all.
He wrapped it up in a garbage bag and threw it into the trash, feeling relieved and triumphant. But as he was walking back to his desk, he heard a loud knock on the door. He opened it, and to his surprise, he found a delivery person standing there with a large, pink dildo in his hand.
"Delivery for Bill," he said, holding out the dildo.
Bill was stunned. He couldn't believe it. Someone had sent him another dildo, and this time, it was even bigger and pinker than the first one. He stared at it in disbelief, wondering who could have done such a thing.
He took the dildo from the delivery person, feeling a mixture of confusion and amusement. He didn't know what to do