I pressed the "end call" button on my cordless telephone

and placed the handset back in its rejuvinating cradle. I momentarily paused, then gave authorisation to an erection formulating within the baggy folds of my tan cords. Salt n' Pepa had confirmed receipt of my "Whatta Man" Memorex demo and had confidently assured me the definitive version would be recorded within the week.

Everything the wizened, but still very beautiful, Madam Mysterio had forsoothed was falling into place.

I marked off another day on my calender. Only 5109 days until HE would saunter into my life. I allowed my erection to peak without the assistance of my journalistic digits and basked in the afterglow.

"Oooh Suffolk Punch, whatta man indeed", I said breathlessly, to my penis.

Posted By: MIKEWALKER, Aug 29, 10:04:40