Jennifer scrambles back to her feet and continues to the door, stopping only to take a quick look to see if the dildo is still after her. What she sees though gives her a dilemma. The dildo is crawling up the side of the bed and if she leaves now then the thing will certainly get you, but if she tries to stop it then who knows what could happen to her?
Jennifer opens the door, pauses and turns back. Just as the dildo crawls onto your pillow she grabs it and runs towards the bathroom. The dildo flails wildly in her hand but her new strength keeps in check long enough for her to throw it into the bath. Before the dildo can coil up to strike back, cold water sprays over it. The cold shower has the desired affect and the dildo becomes still.
"Thank goodness for cold showers!" says Jennifer to nobody. She sighs as the adrenalin passes and leaves the bathroom to sit down on the couch to recover from the ordeal.
The dildo wasn't the only thing that could have done with a cold shower. Jennifer felt hot and grew more uncomfortable with each passing moment. Slowly, as the minutes go by, pieces of clothing pile up on the end of the couch.