..Ilooked at myself in the mirror...she was being made real before me...I left the bathroom and almost panicked thinking I hadn't yet seen themost imp...rtant piece, then I remembered I zipped it in the front of thecarry-on, in a pocket that could only hold this one folded item, so itstayed flat.I had gone thrifting and thrifting all over Brooklyn and downtown andcouldn't find it until I saw one in a window in the garment district.Wait...they are making these now? I had to bribe the wholesaler. I’d married Frank 24 years ago, and at the time, I had loved him so much, I never gave too much thought to his small, five inch, endowment. It was, after all, five inches more than I’d had in my 23 years before I’d married. How many times in those lost years had I masturbated silently on the couch as Frank lay asleep in front of the television?“Jess, telephone”. Frank’s call from the next room startled me, making my heart leap as I fought to find the right spot to place the cursor to close down. I tried on the leggings first since they were closest tothe track suit I had worn those years ago. But being my wife's beforetwo pregnancies they had quite a waist now tugging into my waist's fatvery uncomfortably. I guessed then would be only catsuit or leotardleft for me. While the leotard was light blue and had a high cut thecatsuit was bright pink. 'What's the lesser of two evils?' I was notprepared to torture 'mini-me' down there with the narrow crotchmaterial but neither to wear pink. At. As he continued to jog, he did realize he had one regret. He was happy to have focused all his time on her; but now he was in extreme pain. Within his scrotum there was a dull ache. It was the result of the excitement and fondling that he had experienced without an ultimate climax. He wanted to take care of it right then and there. Coincidentally, he was now jogging past the back doors where he had been with her three nights earlier.As his gait took him past the back entrance he realized just.