A human hand, a female one at that. Its rounded as though it had never been attached to a wrist and seemed to naturally form up into a closed fist.
You are just trying to make sense of this discovery when the doorbell rings. In your panicked state you can't remember if you were expecting someone or not and are unsure as to wether to answer the door or pretend to be out.
While you're standing there naked and staring at the detached body part, still fighting the considerable dissapointment that it wasn't your cock mixed with the worry of where a detached human hand might have come from, the doorbell rang a second and third time in close succession. Clearly someone knows you are home and is insistant about coming in.
You stepped into the bathroom quickly, briefly reaching into the shower to pick up the head and switch off the water then wrapping a towel around your waist you rush down to the door opening it just as it rings a fourth time to find....
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