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Show of again failing is unthinkable and so he says nothing, does nothing, tries to appear peaceful. Before she leaves she kisses him on the lips and says the worst of all possible things. She says, Don't worry about it. Friday and all he does is worry about it. This has never happened to him before, at least not in so tragic a fashion, and besides not understanding why it had to happen at all he does not understand why it had to happen now, just as his future was appearing a little less dim. He feels cheated, victimized, and if there was someone official to complain to, he would. He feels deeply sorry for himself and dizzy with the weight of his sadness and he is tired because if he slept last night at all he didn't sleep well. But that is not the worst of it: Morgan is sorely worried about his manhood. What if this happens again? What if this is just the beginning of a whole series of failures, the beginning of the end of his sex life, at twenty-nine for chrissake! He knows it is a laughable notion, but he has read of stranger things, and now, somewhere on the prairie of South Dakota, Morgan puts aside his paintbrush for a moment and feels between his legs. His balls feel small and shriveled and his cock, where is his cock? Good God! Doctor to Morgan: Now then, how did you, ah, first discover that your penis was missing? Morgan to doctor: Well, I was at the top of this ladder one morning and I just thought, you know, I ought to check, and sure enough it was gone. |