Deanna and I were preparing for a fancy ball. We were on Earth, specifically in Paris, France, which is one of our favorite cities on Earth.

"Can you help me for just a sec, hon?" Deanna asked.

"Sure, hon." I adjusted my tie and studied the results in the mirror. "What do you need?"

"It's my zipper." Deanna grimaced. "I think it's stuck."

I went to investigate and found that, to my chagrin, I couldn't budge the zipper either. I tried lowering it slowly and then tugging it up quickly. That sometimes worked.

"Ouch!" Deanna cried.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," I said, realizing that I had inadvertently caught her skin between the zipper's teeth.

"Please be more careful!" Deanna snapped.

"Oh, I will, hon," I promised. "Maybe this will help." Quickly I snatched a jar of petroleum jelly from the medicine cabinet and rubbed the gel all along the zipper's teeth. Then I tugged the zipper up once more.

"Voila!" I exclaimed as the zipper slid all the way up the back of the dress.

"Oh, Will, you're wonderful." Deanna turned and kissed my lips.

"I know I am." I grinned.