“Oh, I’m sorry, hunny,” I said. “Here, c’mon. Let’s go up to my room and you can tell me what happened.” “Then he said that he wasn�...t sure he loved me…” She concluded her story and wiped the tears from her eyes with the tissue I had handed her. “I don’t think I’ll ever love anybody as much as I loved Ryan.” “Tera, don’t say that! There are plenty other people.” I reassured her. For being as beautiful as she was, she had a pretty low self-esteem. “You’re like thee most beautiful girl I know!” . ..This is a sex fantasy site, right? As someone in the audience commented recently, "and that, ladies and gentlemen is why this is called a fantasy site". I really don't know what he meant, I mean, that story was true...I have never really taken the liberty of fantasizing on this site...until now. I mean, really, if others can do it why not I? If other people can write stories about living out every line of some sixties song, and someone else can fantasize about making love to 'Little Wing'. You will have a very nice vagina when the swelling goes down. One of the best I've done."Although I knew my penis had gone I tried to sense it. But the sensation was strange. It was as if it was still there but inside of me instead of outside. Instead of feeling as if there was anything between my legs I now felt as if there was a void."When can I see?" I asked the Doctor. He smiled and told me that the swelling should have eased by the morning and that I would be able to examine my vagina. That thought fueled my melancholic smile as "Tears of a Clown" began to blare through cheap, blown speakers.It's not like I don't have friends. I do but they tend to tiptoe around me like I'm on suicide watch. Oh sure, I once gobbled eighty-two sleeping pills, but it was an accident. I thought they were Sweet Tarts. That incident capped off a traumatic breakup with a kind, loving woman who could no longer cope with my never-ending insecurities and ugly as Sid Haig (too soon?) jealousy.I buried.