[Somewhere around the middle of the day -- coincidentally about the time Dean started to get bored -- she decided to make that call. She found herself cross legged on Sam's bed, naked, fitting batteries into a little bullet vibe. It said 'bullet' on the package. How could she resist?]

[After a test to see that it worked properly, she turned it off, laid back and dialed Sam's number. When the voicemail picked up immediately, she knew he must have been in class. Perfect.]

[She didn't say a word in greeting. Just held the bullet close to the receiver when she turned it on, hearing the buzz clearly in the phone's handset. Then she moved it down between her parted legs and let it brush against her clit. She gasped and jumped, laughing a little as she pressed it back again and then moaned. For the next few minutes, she lost herself in the vibrating sensation, panting, moaning, and squirming as it pushed her toward a fast, hard orgasm. When she came, she squeezed the phone in her hand a littler harder than she meant to, but it survived. She checked to see it was still recording her message, then laughed again, pleased with herself, and disconnected the call.]