The fourth day created an ache in his crotch that wouldn't quit. The fifth day sent knives of pain into his groin as the beast bobbed up, while he was... bouncing down. On the sixth day, he had walked more than he rode to avoid the ball- breaking torture.Now, as noon neared on his seventh day, he reined the mankil to a halt, fearing his very manhood was in jeopardy. With relief washing through his body, he slid from the broad hairless back and dropped to the ground.Allowing his mount to idly munch. As you can imagine, this was a situation that I had always dreamed of rectifying. The opportunity arose in a truly unexpected way. Shelley, my wife, had been experiencing extremely bad period pains, and this particular Friday, she told me in the car going home, about her friend Sara’s solution to her similar pain problem. I was happy enough to hear this as I had suffered along with her every month during the three odd days that she was really hell to live with. As it turned out, she had. .." The opposite reason?" I asked."Yeah. Susan's mom and dad are loving and caring and decent. My mom ... well, you know." But your grandmother..."She smiled. "Yeah, there IS that! Maybe for me, it's a little of both. But I never SAW a couple having a real good relationship. Not like Susan's parents. Not close enough to study." You're smart. And you figured out things for yourself." Grandma and I talked. Sometimes she cried over Mom, but we talked. Mothers have a different kind of love for. "Oh! I must go to sleep, I'll have to wake up early." Oh I am boring you. I knew it." she said sadly. "No, no, it's just that I'm tired." I don't want to upset thegirl, so it's time to be kind. "We can talk more tomorrow, thanksfor the soup and for being so receptive! And by the way, did youknow somewhere to buy new clothes for my trip?"She opens a big smile: "Oh! Sure! Tomorrow we're going to buylots of clothes!!"Oh Great! Why did I want to be kind? One day as a girl and I'mcombining to go.