“The author’s understanding of the male orgasm sounds like a traumatic experience more akin to a kidney stone. Or possibly duct taping uranium to the scrotum. Romance novel men, apparently, don’t come. They’re just ejecting glowing plasma from scrotal radiation poisoning.” He turned the page and gasped. “I’m concerned for this dude’s health. Why is his—uh—byproduct described as stringy ropes?”
