January 2, 1995
Last night as Teresa and I were going to bed, kissing, getting ready for sex, I said, “Let’s play with the vibrator,” and my kiss started turning into a smile, because I still cannot be serious about the vibrator.
“Whatever Princess wants,” said Teresa, but she didn’t reach into the drawer where she’s been keeping it.
“Princess wants the vibrator!”
“Are you sure you can be near it without laughing?”
“I want to laugh.”
She got it out, but the batteries were dead.