Mr. Rogers spoke on. "So until your penis is well on the way to a full recovery, it's important that we prevent any erections that you might have - no...turnal and otherwise." How is that possible?" I asked. Mr. Rogers reached into a drawer and retrieved a plastic-coated diagram showing a cross-section of the male reproductive organs. He placed it on the desktop and spun it around so I could clearly see it. The picture had enough detail to frighten small children.Mr. Rogers used his silver pen as. “But then you would have a real cock,” Sophia gasped, her eyes wide with fear. As an acolyte to Saphique, she had sworn to let no cock touch her. She had lost her powers when a spirit possessed me and created a spectral cock. The spirit made me fuck her and it severed the connection to her goddess.Luckily, the priestesses in Allenoth restored her powers.“Chaun, you can take a break,” I purred as I walked over to the Erinyes. “And you, bitch, raise that ass so I can fuck it.”“Ooh, yes, fuck her. And it saved both our sanities.Then Kelly was killed on campus. He was never found.I stopped going out, stopped accepting dates of any kind, and avoided being out after dark, or in uncrowded places. I became the Ice Queen, focused exclusively on my work, and dismissive of men. And boys, who were more common.But whenever I wanted advice on a tough personal question, I would invoke Kelly, talk to her as if she were there. And, almost invariably, I would hear her voice in my head. So, I decided to. Except for that call. As an industrial photographer I don't get much praise, only money; it was really nice to hear from someone who appreciated my work like that.Another month passed and things really weren't getting any easier, in fact if anything, things were getting harder. The more routine coming home to an empty house became, the more I hated it. I thought maybe once it was over, once I could start fresh, I might feel better; right now it was a waiting game, it seemed like my whole life.