“In school, I was afraid to talk to her,” Brad said. “Brainy, beautiful, blonde.”

“Perfect,” Penny said. She led Brad through the library to Carol’s reference desk.

“We have a question,” Brad said.

Carol smiled and brushed a strand of wispy blond hair from her bright blue eyes. “How may I be of help?”

“You know those movies where the heroine gets tied to the railroad tracks?”

Carol nodded. “The Perils of Pauline.”

“Ask the rest,” Penny said.

“The rails are so tight to the ground, how do you get the rope underneath?”

“I don’t know,” Carol said.

“Okay.” Brad turned to go.

“Wait,” Penny said. “Show her the thing.”

“We found this.” Brad placed the spike on Carol’s desk. It was six inches long, rusted dark as dried blood, and had a flange on the end opposite the point.

Carol blinked her bright blue eyes.

“Don’t worry, it’s clean,” Penny said.

Carol blinked again.

“When the tip touches your clit, you come like lightning,” Penny said.

Carol blushed.

“If you’re looking for a fuller orgasm, you have to push it all the way in. Go ahead. Touch it.”

“I don’t think...” Carol said.

“I know,” Penny said. “You don’t have to put it in now. You can wait until you get home. Anticipation is good. But it’s better if you do it with someone watching. It’s that much stronger and more special. Trust me.”

Carol looked at the spike.

“No one will see,” Penny said. “Go ahead, pick it up. It’s not that heavy. Just slide it under your skirt, and slip it past your panties into your pretty blond snatch. You know you want to.”

While Brad and Penny watched, Carol’s hand moved slowly across the desk, drawing ever closer to the blood red railroad spike.