The unaccounted-for dildos.

A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

At
St Michael's church hall, Jenna was making the most of her day off from
work. That was the good thing about being part-time. Getting Mondays
off. The downside? Monday was the day her husband started writing his
sermon. In desperation, she'd agreed to help the ladies of the Mother's
Union out at the church hall. It was more interesting than listening to
Simon read out long paragraphs. The MU ladies were elderly, but fun to
talk too. And boy, did they love to gossip. As a vicar's wife, she'd
become privy to all sorts of information. However, Jenna wasn't one for
such tittle-tattle, and would just politely humor the nosey old dears.

"Excuse
me, a stressed-looking delivery man said, knocking on the church hall
door. Parcel here for St Michael's Mother's Union?"

"Hi!
I'll take that off your hands," Jenna said. "I have a feeling this is
the box of long overdue advent calendars everyone's been moaning about."

"Nothing to do with me," the man replied. "Blame the guys at the other end. We're short-staffed."

"I understand," Jenna replied, signing for the parcel. "You're doing a wonderful job. Have a wonderful Christmas!"

"Uh; cheers," the man muttered, not used to compliments.

"No
use selling these at the Christmas Fair seeing as that was yesterday,
and we're four days into December." Jenna said, as she set the box on a
table. "What can we do with thirty advent calendars? I know. I could
extract all the chocolate pieces, recycle the packaging; put the
chocolate in a big bowl and the children could help themselves at next
week's service;“

She opened the box and got a shock at what was contained within.

"Holy; she;“

"I say, Mrs. Morris, whatever's that?"

Jenna jumped as one of the Mother's Union members returned from the hall kitchen.