When I am opened, and can look down and see over my pristine white body, I imagine myself as a cloud, all fluffy and light. That a gentle breeze might blow me away to a better life and more certain future. Even if it meant death. Come wind. Come tempest. Release me.

It is dark. I can here distant voices getting closer. They sound frantic. And they are speaking Japanese! There’s lots of movement and dust fills the air. Poeple are running this way and that. I’m lying face down. Then rolled over, I get a brief glimpse of a dark sky before a huge foot, poised above me, come crashing down. Crushed by Godzilla. What can it mean?
I’m placed on the model and can look up and see a limp cock thrust into her face so that the scene can begin. I think the male talent is expecting some kind of help here, but the chick says that she’s paid for the scene and will do nothing else. The limp cock gets even limper on this news. I hear the photographer suggesting that maybe she can be alittle more accomodating. But of course, she gets paid either way……and even gets paid the same if the guy van’t perform. I must admit, I like her attitude. The day ends with me being returned to the storage room un-used. And happy.