The lady at the sex toy shop took one look at Avis and recommended the T&T Magic Wand in fire engine red.

“Uh, yeah,” Avi said, “but I kind of have to have it in pink.”

“Oh?” questioned the clerk. “Why is that?”

“Well, see, it’s complicated, but basically I kind of broke my twin sister’s, and it was pink, so I need to replace it.”

“We have pink,” the clerk assured Avi. “But these wands are just about indestructible. Are you sure you didn’t just let the battery wear down? They have to be recharged, you know. It’s surprising how many people don’t realize that.”

“No,” Avis replied. “The battery is okay. The thing is, it’s not so much that it’s broken as that I’ve grown kind of attached to it.”

“Attached to it? You don’t mean that...?”

“Oh no, it’s not that. Jeepers, that would be ... Jeepers. It’s just, well, the other day I was babysitting my sister’s kid, and after he was asleep, I kind of discovered the, uh, the wand, in my sister’s dresser drawer, and one thing led to another, and, well, I had my first, um, my first orgasm. So the thing, the wand, has sentimental value, you see?”

“I guess so,” said the clerk. “But if your twin sister is anything like you, she’ll love the red. Trust me on that. The red is really vibrant. It compliments those who have a natural reserve. These new models are very sensitive to that sort of thing. Very personal.”

“Yeah, but Beth’s not really like me at all,” Avis explained. “We’re twins, but we’re not identical. If anything we’re kind of opposites.”

“Okay, I’ll take your word for it. Pink.”

Avis brought her purchase home, took it out of the box, and admired it. Such a smooth, creamy pink. Avis thought it might be wise to try it out before giving it to her sister. Just to be sure.