“Would it be really bad?” I kept pushing. “For a boy, that is? Would it hurt?” “Put it this way,” Joey bit out, still shuddering. “I’d rather break both legs than suffer that kind of trauma to my package.” “Would it hurt to walk and stuff?” I asked. “What about playing sports?” “Shannon, it would hurt to take a piss,” Joey deadpanned. “Never mind running around on a pitch.” Oh, Jesus. No wonder Johnny was sore.
