But in the back pages of magazines like Home Needlework Journal, Needlecraft, and Modern Priscilla were ads for a Victorian lady's second favorite hob...y: furtive masturbation.The advent of at-home electricity made the personal vibrator a reality as upper- and middle-class women had been going to their doctors to get off for centuries. Finally, the Industrial Revolution gave women the power to come in the privacy of their own homes. "The first home appliance to be electrified was the sewing. He tells her in an hour. Now she has a panicked look on her face, however she tells him no problem that everything will be ready for him when he gets home. She hangs up the phone and turns to her lover and tells him the situation. Her lover laughs and says... "Well, looks like you better speed up to get this house cleaned, cook dinner, and fuck me as well". She looks at him with a smile and says... "What would you say if I could get all that done in an hour?" He laughs again "No way! . While quite mannish, the woman was still elegant andseemed quite comfortable despite the rude stares several patronsdirected her way."I don't understand why those people are allowed in here," the fat manshook his head, then looked up at Katelyn. "Don't it bother you to haveto serve degenerate, sicko creeps?"Katelyn turned back from looking at the woman, a real smile on her face,and looked the fat customer directly in the eyes."Oh, you've been no bother at all, sir. Have a nice day."Katelyn. How had he even found out how much she hated spiders? Her tears only served to increase their merriment, the gang chortling with glee and congratulations as they ran off, booting their ball along in front of them. She collapsed back into her seat, sniffling as the surely equally frightened insect scurried off into the grass. The colours of the flowerbed blurred as more tears leaked out. Stupid Danny. All of them, stupid. Now she would be hungry during class too. A shadow fell across her, the.