Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll suitable for a night of romance that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. I'm not sure what a complicated doll is. Perhaps one that is subject to wild mood shifts and using a French accent for no reason at all. 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. She was at the bottom of the price scale. On Christmas Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. In the wee morning hours, long after Santa had come and gone, I snuck into the house and filled the dangling panty hose 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.