Hi.
My name is Vanilla Jones and I've got an itch that I just can't scratch.
So this young deliveryman walks into my kitchen and I get to indulge my Mrs. Robinson fantasies - one of the fringe benefits of an open marriage.
You ought to try it sometime.
Anyway, it's cherry-picking season and I'm about to go at it with both hands and a battery-powered love machine.
Why don't you come on and watch?
Believe you me; there is NOTHING vanilla about Vanilla Jones!