“Couldn’t,” he was sobbing. “Wasn’t enough time and she wanted me to and I couldn’t… I…” He was weeping and staggering, his hands pressed against his crotch. His words were little more than indistinct wails. “So you gave them their little thrill,” Barkovitch said. “Something for them to talk about in Show and Tell tomorrow.” “Just shut up!” Gribble screamed. He dug at his crotch. “It hurts, I got a cramp—” “Blue balls,” Pearson said. “That’s what he’s got.”
