Dean searched around until his eye caught hold of a fleshy-looking rubber suit. It looked vaugely human shaped, without any features to distinguish it whatsoever. There was only one opening; around the facial region, where Dean assumed one's face would show, and where the person would enter and exit. It was elastic enough to support such strain, from what Dean gathered as he pulled it here and there.
He took the suit to the shopkeeper and asked for its price.
"Thirty dollars," said the shopkeeper, "and I'll throw in this blonde wig for free."
Dean took his purchase and left the shop. He came out a bit puzzled; exactly why did he want to purchase a rubber suit? He had no probable use for it, and how would Jenny, his girlfriend, find such delight in it as a present? He took another look at the suit again, and somehow felt reassured of his purchase, if not a little dirty for some odd reason.