’ The ‘Club’ turned out to be men who used penis injection to get an erection. The doctor even chuckled as he told me of a song one of his other...patients had made up, about the experience. A song? Injection? About having a stainless-steel spike driven into my tender manhood? Bi-Mix No. 9 I went to the clinic, to score blue pills, You know, that men’s sex clinic, up in Cherry Hill. They’ve got a practice that serves guys really fine, And seven little bottles of … Bi-Mix No. 9. I told ’em that I. ‘Shit, girl, let it out. Sounds like something’s been buildin’ up for a while.’ She kept right on crying and I shifted and pulled her closer to me. ‘Jeez, Doug, I’m sorry. Too slow and luxurious, I guess, and so sweet afterwards, and I…’ Her bottom lip wobbled and she broke loose, cantered into the bathroom. The door slammed and I heard her wailing again. Well, shit. Now it was my goddam fault for seeing to her too good. I heaved myself out of the sack and headed for the kitchen. This was a. "That's something that you can't give us. We are both truly sorry. You don't deserve this, but we have to look out for ourselves. Immediate resignation is a non-negotiable part of the offer. We are going to leave, now, before we get into words that none of us want to say." As the couple walked out, Patricia had not said a word.Jason's instincts were on the money. Standing there in her robe that was only used for one purpose accentuated the situation to Summer. She felt more threatened than she. “I’ll tell you when you are naked like I’ve been all week!” was her saucier than usual reply. He was hornier than he had been for years and his trouser trout bounced and pointed to the ceiling as he followed her cute rounded ass to the bedroom. She knew that part of her anatomy would always get his attention. The last week had taught her that its enticing motions seemed to get just about any man interested in getting much closer.In an attempt to disguise the happenings at the resort she flopped.