I placed a small order this afternoon from the folks at JT’s Stockroom. Just a couple of fun items, nothing expensive or fancy.

Then tonight on the phone I told The Nymph that I had ordered some toys.

“What kind of toys did you order?”

“I’m not telling. It’s a surprise. You’ll find out.”

I swear, she spent the next half hour trying to sweet-talk me into telling her. She’s very good. Her sweet talk is impressively sweet. But I was resolute. I was having too much fun to give in.

The Stockroom could shred my order and never send a thing. I’ve already gotten my money’s worth.