Fortune favours the brave up to a point

“Oh, please!” she exploded. “Seriously? Seriously, though? Is that it?”

There was no point asking, though. Of course that was it, unless it was a prosthetic and he’d somehow strapped his real one underneath. And why would he do that? He was the one trying to get it on with her. After hours of persistence and booze, she’d relented. He was, she felt, letting her down now. She reached in and felt around his legs, barse and crack. Nope, that really was it. It was tiny.

As she finally accepted the truth, she threw back her head and roared with laughter. “Oh… oh my God. Oh, seriously, that’s too funny. You total loser. Get the fuck out of my house, right now.”