This story requires a little background information.
Granny & Papa are my husband's parents.They raised 9 children who are all close and greatly loved. They best thing of the many loving things they did for these children was to show them what a life long love affair was like.
They are spiritual and innocent of many of the way sof this world. Until Papa's recent death, they walked everywhere had in hand.
This is the story of Granny & the Vibrator
We were all noisily assembled in Papa & Granny's dining room for Thanksgiving dinner. The get-togethers here are casual. You come in, pile what you brought on the table or stove, grab a plate, a chair if one is availiabel & start eating & talking.
The topic of whispered conversation today is a long cylinrical shaped device lying on the counter.Everyone is arguing over its purpose and position there.
No one wants to be the one to ask.
By general consensus, I am going to ask
okay, here I go....
"So , Granny, what's this?"
"It's a vibrator," she replied, kneading her famous biscuit dough.We got in Mobile. Do you want to try it?"
I have lost the power of speech by this time,so when I dont' answer,she picks the phallic thing up & proceeds to rub it around my neck. "Papa and I love it," she says."I had a stiff neck & the package said it was good for relieving tension."
All the relatives who had goaded me into asking were choking quietly by this time.