She knew, roughly, the anatomy he must have down there, but simply couldn’t picture it. Like all girls, she’d looked with curiosity at the diagram...of a flaccid penis in her Health Studies textbook, she’d seen crudely drawn cocks-and-balls scribbled with sharpie on bathroom stalls, and even run into pictures of erect ones accidentally on the internet once or twice. They seem kind of grotesque, she’d thought at the time, wondering how couples were able to overcome such an obstacle and still. I was having a sexual awakening, a sexual realization of how beautiful mother was. i retired back to the room and our next few days was really uneventful. people around asked where we would be going for our honeymoon, the couple you got married has gone to the hill station nearby, they would hint. this got things thinking inside me of my own mother in bed with me. mother meanwhile would have women drop in and tease her of newly married status and remarked she must be having fun with her husband. Jill stared at the phone for a minute, then stared at me for a minute, and then looked back to the phone.“Jesus Christ, Travis,” she said. “What did that cost?”“A lot,” I hedged.“I’m serious,” Jill insisted. “What did you pay for that?”“Sixty-one thousand dollars,” I admitted.Dayton let out a strangled gasp and then coughed.“Sixty-one thousand dollars,” Jill repeated.“It’s all I could afford,” I protested.“How in the fuck can you afford that?” she asked.“It wasn’t easy,” I answered. “Look, I. My instinct was to fly home that day, but Dan told me firmly that I was to stay in the hotel and not do anything stupid. Also, I would have to give a press conference that morning, as the local press were baying. There was also the small matter of the bomb having made a mess of one end of our house: it wouldn’t be fit for habitation for a while.Caity and Charlie took turns chatting to Dan, and it wasn’t long before a PR person turned up with a short speech and talking points. I sent Caity,.