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Christmas With Louise
> >
> > As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his
> >fireplace
> > before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.
> >What
> > they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because
every
> > Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his
> >poor
> > pantyhose hung sadly empty.
> >
> > One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses
and
> > went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those
things
> >at
> > Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.
> >
> > If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only
confuse
> > yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this
do?
> > You're kidding me! Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the
> > inflatable doll section.
> >
> > I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also
> >substitute as
> > a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush
> >hour.
> >
> > Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love Dolls come in many
different
> > models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could
do
> > things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for
> >Lovable
> > Louise. She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a
> >doll
> > took a huge leap of imagination.
> >
> > On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came
> >to
> > life.
> >
> > My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee
morning
> > hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling
> >pantyhose
> > with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. ; I also ate some cookies and
> >drank
> > what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and
> >giggled
> > for a couple of hours.
> >
> > The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his
> >house
> > and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog
> > confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and
bark
> >some
> > more.
> >
> > We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest
of
> >the
> > family could admire her when they came over for the traditional
> >Christmas
> > dinner.
> >
> > My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door.
"What
> >the
> > hell is that?" she asked.
> >
> > My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll."
> >
> > "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped.
> >
> > I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut.
> >
> > "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued.
> >
> > "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice Gran" Jay said, to steer her int o
> >the
> > dining room.
> >
> > But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?"
> >
> > Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and
no
> >one
> > wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny,
> >hang
> > on!"
> >
> > My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to
me
> >and
> > said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?"
> >
> > I told him she was Jay's friend.
> >
> > A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to
Louise.
> >Not
> > just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized
this
> > might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
> >
> > The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had
died,
> >who
> > was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise
> >like
> > my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the
> >panty
> > hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the
> >sofa.< BR>
> > The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and
Grandpa
> >ran
> > across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering
> >mouth-to-mouth
> > resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.
> >
> > Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the
> >car.
> >
> > It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.
> >
> > Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to
> >decide
> > the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had
suffered
> >from
> > a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
> >
> > Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her
> >to
> > perfect health!
>
>
> >
> > As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his
> >fireplace
> > before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.
> >What
> > they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because
every
> > Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his
> >poor
> > pantyhose hung sadly empty.
> >
> > One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses
and
> > went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those
things
> >at
> > Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.
> >
> > If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only
confuse
> > yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this
do?
> > You're kidding me! Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the
> > inflatable doll section.
> >
> > I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also
> >substitute as
> > a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush
> >hour.
> >
> > Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love Dolls come in many
different
> > models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could
do
> > things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for
> >Lovable
> > Louise. She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a
> >doll
> > took a huge leap of imagination.
> >
> > On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came
> >to
> > life.
> >
> > My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee
morning
> > hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling
> >pantyhose
> > with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. ; I also ate some cookies and
> >drank
> > what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and
> >giggled
> > for a couple of hours.
> >
> > The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his
> >house
> > and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog
> > confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and
bark
> >some
> > more.
> >
> > We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest
of
> >the
> > family could admire her when they came over for the traditional
> >Christmas
> > dinner.
> >
> > My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door.
"What
> >the
> > hell is that?" she asked.
> >
> > My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll."
> >
> > "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped.
> >
> > I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut.
> >
> > "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued.
> >
> > "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice Gran" Jay said, to steer her int o
> >the
> > dining room.
> >
> > But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?"
> >
> > Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and
no
> >one
> > wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny,
> >hang
> > on!"
> >
> > My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to
me
> >and
> > said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?"
> >
> > I told him she was Jay's friend.
> >
> > A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to
Louise.
> >Not
> > just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized
this
> > might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
> >
> > The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had
died,
> >who
> > was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise
> >like
> > my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the
> >panty
> > hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the
> >sofa.< BR>
> > The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and
Grandpa
> >ran
> > across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering
> >mouth-to-mouth
> > resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.
> >
> > Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the
> >car.
> >
> > It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.
> >
> > Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to
> >decide
> > the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had
suffered
> >from
> > a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
> >
> > Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her
> >to
> > perfect health!
>
>
