My wife looked over to me. “That is so romantic, isn’t it, Peter?” she smirked. “Err, well, yes. Yes, it is Mommy,” I replied. Marian interjected: “You know, Caroline, we do have some spare ‘equipment’. We could always try Peter for size. What size is he, do you think?” “Oh, small, definitely small!” my wife laughed. Gerald was permitted to pull up his pants, then sent to find a suitable device. He returned with a lockabl...