บท 68: Give Me Your Testicles
Melvin dreamed of Abigail. He'd been in love with her once. She'd meant everything to him, and he dreamed of her as she was in the past. She wore a white summer dress, and both of them sat on a checkered table cloth, paper plates and half-eaten food scattered, a wicker picnic basket nearby emptied of its contents. Her hair had been long then and dark, more black than brown; it flowed around her shoulders in an afternoon breeze.
In reality, they'd never had a picnic so perfect, and Abby had never smiled so brightly, her pearly white teeth gleaming as she uttered a loud laugh, but this was a dream. She'd lived in his mind like this for a long time, intelligent and beautiful and as in love with him as he was with her.
Melvin had only realized too late all of that was a naive dream as well.
In the dream, Abigail placed her hand on his wrist and looked deep into his eyes. Her own were an amber reflecting the golden rays of the sun. It was all too easy to fall in love with a woman with eyes like hers.
"Do you love me?" she said.
"Yes," Melvin said without hesitation.
"Do you want me?"
"Yes."
"Then give me your testicles," she said. Melvin's eyes widened.
บท 69: Impotent Loser
"What? Why?"
"If you want sexual pleasure, give me your testicles."
"What's the point of sexual pleasure if I have no testicles?" Melvin asked.
"Look, do you want sexual pleasure or not?"
Melvin considered this a moment, looking Abigail over. Was she worth emasculation? He could always get his testicles back, couldn't he? Her breasts were supple, her stomach flat and smooth, her legs long and luscious. But it was her eyes that made up his mind for him.
"Yes," he said. He reached into his trousers and unclipped his testicles from the rest of his body as if they were nothing more than a strangely shaped clip-on tie underneath his penis. He held them out to Abigail, and she took them and stuffed them down the front of her shirt, apparently somewhere in her bra.
"Now, can I have sexual pleasure?" Melvin asked. Abby nodded and pulled off his pants. Melvin's penis was limp and flaccid in the yellow glow of the sun, and as much as Abigail worked at it, Melvin could not get an erection.
"What is wrong with you?" Abigail asked with a look of disgust.
"I... well, maybe if I had my testicles..."
"No, they're mine now. You'll have to do without them."
"But I can't function sexually," Melvin tried to explain.
Abigail shrugged, "Not my fault." She continued to flog away at Melvin's penis like a woman possessed but had no success. She stuck it in her mouth and gave it some desperate sucks. Melvin's penis still did not respond.
"I'm sorry. I can't. I can't get it up."
"Impotent loser," Abigail said, flinging Melvin's soft penis out of her hands, and she stood up. She smoothed the wrinkles out of dress with her hands and then looked at Melvin.
"See ya, sucker!" she yelled and took off, Melvin's testicles still stuffed down the front of her shirt.
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