“What’s wrong?” She asks in a agitated tone.
“I can’t”, says I desperately.
“You can’t what?” She demands whilst staring at me.
“I can’t get it up”, says I in a pouty voice.
“You’re useless”, she says while turning away from me.
“What do you expect? You invite me over here, fill me with booze, and then expect…”
“I expect you to perform”, she yells, as she half nakedly stomps out of the room and down the hallway.
A few minutes later:
“Okay, I’m feeling better…let me have another go, please”, pleads I with desperation.
“Last chance”, says she in a seductive tone.
“You know I’m mad about you, right?”
“Just get on with it”, says she hastily.
“Bam, daddy’s back”, screams I while a familiar tune chimes in the background.
"Yes”, she hollers as Welcome to Windows flashes across the screen.
“Don’t ever call me for IT support again”, says I whilst gathering my gear.
“I’ll call you whatever I want".”
“What will you call me?”
“Bastard for starters.”
“And?”
“Shut up.”
“Make me”, I answer in a playful tone.
“Just shut up’”, she laughingly whispers.
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Yet another day in the life of Jefferson Davis. Did I have you going? 
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Gawd.
Would you really write about it if you couldn’t get it up?
Baino, don’t bring him into this!
Grannymar, Neverrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!
You had my eyes wide as saucers for a minute there what with all the copious information at the start…
Dirty fecker.
I am a dirty dawg!