For all I know, once a month he'd be screwing his wife and she'd yell out "mid-air collision, number 2 engine is out, hydraulics are gone, what do you... do?" and he'd have to answer before she'd finish him off.Anyway, whatever his technique, that cool handed fucker splashed down like he was flying a seaplane. The biggest problem they had (I swear I'm not making this shit up) was that the life rafts are strapped to the airplane doorway, and the fucking TSA rules about nobody taking anything. 'This may not be such a predicament, after all,' he mused. With that, taking up the suggestion, Michael excused himself and headed off to bed. He climbed the stairs in rickety stance, having twice to steady his progress with a hand on the great maple bannister. He reached the room, opened the door and entered. The sheets of his bed were turned down, a bedside light was on. Shedding his clothes in a disorderly pile on the chair near the bed, he removed his shorts. He shoves me into the wall."You need to stop making jokes!" he says.I'm definitely turned on now, which feels weird because he's my bestfriend. We've known each other since high school."I'm just worried about you," he says, face red, releasing my wrists. "Idon't want... anything bad to happen to you," I know," I say, trying to swallow my sudden feelings. "Like, just helpme figure this out." I'll try," he says.I don't know why I do it but I instinctively hug him, wrapping my armsaround him. He. When I was inspecting your organs, I noticed your penis was already pretty big, and it was partly out of curiosity that I squeezed it. And it responded just like I read -- I mean, just like I'd been taught, though I didn't really believe it until it happened." I'm so sorry, Amy. I know a male should only get an erection when providing a sample." Well, it was embarrassing. But you see, that worked in our favor. That's why we could get you so cheap. And I don't think an erection is a bad thing.".