Today’s my day for wrapping her present. This is a challenge, because she’s a confessed present-peeper. You know, the sort of girl who unwraps a corner of the package a week before Christmas to see what’s inside.

I have a plan. We’ll see if it works.

Her Christmas present arrived yesterday. Now to get it wrapped and mailed.

Things are still going very well. The tally of hours spent on the phone would horrify you, but it just makes me smile.

The Nymph has a coworker who has been complicating the business of setting an exact date for the Nymph’s January visit. That does not make me smile. If it keeps up, we are going to have to arrange something like this for the coworker. Little she knows her peril!

The toys are here! Now, where’s my Nymph?

By popular demand, this post has been updated with audio.

Last night she tried reverse psychology on me. “I’ve decided I don’t want to know, it will be more fun as a surprise.” Tricky, tricky…..

I’m not a nice man. Last night I had to tell her I got shipping confirmation on that toy order.

I may need to put up a .wav file of her saying “Pretty please? Pretty pretty please?” It’s worth hearing. I never knew I could be so heartless – or that I would enjoy it so much!

In other news, I have considered sending VTECH a stern letter of complaint about the way their cordless phone’s battery craps out after a mere seven hours or so. I have restrained myself to date only because I’m not sure I could withstand their hoots of helpless laughter.

Update: The .wav file is now linked.

She still wants to know what toys I ordered. She says her curiousity is killing her.

Being resolute has never been so much fun. She’s begun trying to bargain. I love keeping her wondering, so I’m holding out for a price I don’t think she’s going to pay. Namely, her permission to publish a certain picture she was kind enough to send me.

She came up with that idea, but backed off when I asked if she was sure. Give her time. She’s really curious.

I may go to hell for this, but I’ll go happy.

I placed a small order this afternoon from an online sex toy store. 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.

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