By Doreen Orsini

     Some women believe they must pack up their treasured toys when they finally find “The One” or even “The One for Now.” They polish and kiss their shiny bullet adieu, tenderly wrap their Jack Rabbit in tissue paper so its ear won’t bend, and wipe away a tear as they carry the box to the attic. Though they’re happy that those lonely nights are over, they nonetheless know deep inside that no man can gyrate, buzz, or expand and contract like their favorite toy.

     On the other hand, no vibrator can love you or give you a kiss each morning when you wake and every night before you go to sleep. So if you have to choose between man and machine, chances are good that you’ll take out those batteries and store them for use in a more practical device.

     But why choose? The best of all possible worlds is getting your new love to share you with your old faithful—the one that was always there for you, the one that never made demands, the one that made you scream in surprise the first time one orgasm converged into another, and another and another. Why not have it all—or at least try to?

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