“You can still void?” Eve said buoyantly. “That’s a super healthy sign, Nicky. And I see your toes moving, too!” “Yeah, that’s right, they’re dancing a tango. Now bring me something—a jar or a bowl, I don’t care.” Eve went to the kitchen and came back with an empty wine bottle. Stripling scowled. “Get serious. My dick won’t fit in there.” “Sure it will.” “It’s bigger than a goddamn cork!” Wretchedly he pounded on the armrests of the Rollie. “Honey, chill. I didn’t mean anything,” his wife said. “Gimme your glass before I wet my pants!”
Hahahaha
