That effectively ended the discussion, but as theevening wore on, I found myself still agitated by the incident. Shemight have hurt me, I realized, an... although she could probably healme as she had said, I would have experienced a lot of pain. And all ofthat just to prove a point.Things had gone downhill from there. We continued to date, but at therisk of using an ironic turn of phrase, the magic had gone out of ourrelationship. I shouldn't have been surprised. The lovelorn columns inevery. I doubt I could touch them and break their magic.The same pain would inflict me if I tried.I climbed onto the bed. I sucked in deep breaths. My entire body still ached. I trembled as I stared at my freedom. I would just have to wait. Seamus and Aoifa were coming for me. They would have to defeat the gorgon on their own.“Holy Mother,” I prayed, “Goddess of Mothers and Wives, watch over my husband and wife. Holy Slata, intercede with your husband. Beg for Holy Pater himself to shelter my spouses. Here is what I mean. When first meeting for coffee....offer to pay for everyone’s coffee, etc...and if and when you meet for some swinging fun, bring along a bottle of wine (or better still...find out what she likes best) and have it with you. Tip # 5: Don’t be a ‘cheapskate’ and except all of this not to cost you something along the way. Nothing turns off a lady or a couple whose get the impression that a guy won’t even spring for a coffee and not even bring along a bottle of wine when finally. But if we transplanted one of my testicles into Zac's scrotum, then he would startejaculating my sperm as well as his own. I wouldn't miss one testicle, as I would still be producing testosterone from the other. Vicky's jaw dropped at the simplicity of Steve's idea. "Good God! Why didn't we think of this before?" "We weren't desperate for a baby before." "Do you think it could be done?" By way of an answer, Steve carefully pulled up his shirt and peeled down his pants..