“Of course they are,” I returned. “It’s a sixty inch TV. A woman is happy with six inches. For a man to get happy, it has to be sixty.” He burst out laughing. “Do I speak truth?” I asked. His brows shot up. “You’d be happy with six inches?” “I was happy with less than that for sixteen years so I guess the answer is yes.” He kept laughing but started doing it so hard the bed shook. In the face of his hilarity, I started grinning and said, “It was amusing, honey, but not that amusing.” He sobered but not entirely, and replied, “Knew that guy had a small dick.”
