clean underwear from her dresser drawer. When he showed up at the bathroom door holding her vibrator in one hand, she stopped toweling her hair dry and felt the blood rush to her face. "What’s this," he asked innocently. "It’s my BOB," she replied trying to snatch it from his hand. "BOB?" he asked quizzically. "Yes. My battery-operated buddy. BOB. Give it to me, please," she explained.. Paul decided to have some more fun with her discomfort. "I guess this means I haven’t