POWERED BY DyNode.
What? DyNode? What the hell was DyNode?
It had to be some sort of battery, Livvy realized, and her sense of expectation suddenly deflated like a popped balloon. Shit! All worked up for nothing? How much crappier could it get?
Still, she clicked on the FAQ button next to the DyNode logo. What she saw come up on the screen was a little object the size and shape of a cough lozenge.
DyNode IS A COMPACT NEW ENERGY SOURCE THAT WILL REVOLUTIONIZE THE SEXUAL ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY! BETTER THAN USING ELECTRICITY, BETTER THAN BATTERIES, EACH DyNode BUTTON HAS A USABLE LIFESPAN OF ONE FULL YEAR. THAT’S RIGHT! IF YOU TURN ON YOUR TOY AND LEAVE IT RUNNING, WE GUARANTEE IT TO RUN FOR ONE FULL YEAR, OR WE WILL REPLACE THE BATTERY FOR FREE!
Livvy blinked. Better than batteries or electricity? Guaranteed to run for one full year? Who were they trying to kid?
Wait a minute, girl, her subconscious stepped in. You know there are cars out there that can get a hundred or so miles to the gallon. And light bulbs that can stay lit for a century before they burn out. Why not a battery that stays juiced for a full year?
The main reason Livvy preferred her toys to be electric-powered was because of the short life span of batteries. But electric had its problems, as well. For one thing she couldn’t roam the apartment with it. Where she could use it was determined by the availability of the nearest socket. For another, the freaking cord sometimes got in the way. And wrapping up the thing made the whole contraption too bulky to stuff inside a suitcase or purse.
And when the electricity went out, which her complex was wont to do whenever a big thunderstorm hit, she was SOL until the power came back on.
She backtracked on the computer until she found the button to take her to the purchasing page. Again, she got another shock. The price of the Pearl of Passion was hefty, but Livvy had purchased other vibrators which had cost as much. Vibrators which were now just useless toys, although she had gotten her jollies from them while they’d lasted.
This site promised a "satisfaction guaranteed or your money back". Sighing, she clicked on the PURCHASE button, which led her to the delivery page. Hot damn! They had Guaranteed Next Day Delivery!
Pulling her hand out from between her drenched thighs, Livvy wiped her fingers on her skirt and reached for her credit card billfold from her purse sitting on the desk next to her monitor. She typed in her purchasing information, hit SUBMIT TO ME (Aww, nice touch there, bud! I can’t wait to "submit" to this new gadget when it arrives!), and printed out her confirmation receipt.
Once that was done, Livvy powered down her computer and went to take a shower, and to pop another couple of sleeping pills. Her new toy should be waiting for her on her doorstep when she got home from work tomorrow. And, honey, once she tore open the box, she planned to have a rollicking good time!
But until then, she needed to get some decent rest and save up her energy, because there was no telling how long she would need to get rid of all this pent-up, sexual need that had been mounting inside her.
So the DyNode was guaranteed for a full year or replacement was free? Livvy was bound and determined to see if the company made good on their promise.