Hello. My name is Troy. Some days back, I wrote a story about my penis problem. Many of you assumed it was some kind of joke. I assure you it’s not.
Over the weekend, I had a date with a woman I work with at P & G. Her name is Jean. She has always been impressed with my muscular body, blonde hair and good looks. I decided to show her I’m a good lover too.
On Saturday night, I picked her up in my Porsche Carrera GT. We took a chance and went downtown to try and find a restaurant that was open. Most were closed, but we ended up having an outstanding meal at Palomino’s.
After dinner, we went back to my luxury apartment in Hyde Park. We immediately went to my bedroom.
As her hands touched my muscular body, I could feel myself getting aroused. I removed her dress and underwear and caressed her large breasts. I then removed my own clothes.
I stood there naked in the somewhat darkened room and Jean looked down at my penis. After staring at it for several seconds, she looked up at me with a puzzled look on her face.
We got into bed and I attempted to make love to my sexy co-worker. I failed. Despite my full erection, my penis was still the size of a toothpick.
When I French-kissed her, she screamed out in horror, wanting to know what that was on my tongue. When I told her it was my “love-wart,” she got on her cell phone and called a taxi for home. Even my Porsche Carrera GT no longer was of interest to her.
Now I must face Jean in the hallways of P & G. Any suggestions on what I should say to her?