I blamed my current state on that damn book. After I relieved myself of my problem, I was drafting a strongly worded email to that Susan Stoker woman. She needed to include a warning label on the cover. Better yet, a fucking paragraph in the beginning about not reading in public or, most especially while sitting next to a beautiful woman who already has you tied in knots. Perhaps Susan should market her books to old geezers who couldn’t get erections. Fuck the little blue pill. She’d make bank and put big pharmas out of business.
