As a love object,
it surpasses my husband Harold by a country mile.
But please,
this is no threat to the family unit;
think of it as a kind of Hamburger Helper for the boudoir.

Can you afford one, you say?
Can you afford not to have one, I say.
Why, the time it saves alone is worth the price.
I'd rank it up there with Minute Rice,
Reddi-Wip
and Pop-Tarts.

Ladies, it simply takes the guesswork out of making love.

"But doesn't it kill romance?" you say.
And I say,
"What doesn't?"

So what'll it be? This deluxe kit? Or this purse-size model
for the "woman on the go"? Fits anywahere and comes with a
silencer to avoid
curious onlookers.

LAdies, it can be a real help to the busy married woman who has
a thousand chores and simply does not need the extra burden of
trying to have an
orgasm.

But what about guilt, you say? Well, that thought did cross
my mind.

But at one time I felt guilty using a cake mix instead of
baking from scratch.

I learned to live with that.
I can learn to live with this.