She had been stood there for a while, it must have been fifteen minutes since she had heard the door of the hotel click shut. He had left her there, s...anding, naked at the window, mind spinning, wondering, what next. Every now and then she glanced out the window, looking, when it caught her eye, the flash of a camera, she looked closer, my god, it’s him, sitting on the wall beside the car park, looking up at her, camera in hand, watching her, admiring her, knowing that others would look up to. I'm a good looking guy but not muscular at all and only 5'9" tall and weigh 170 lbs. Plus she was dancing and flirting with much better looking guys all night. The night was getting late and I was thinking of going home when, to my surprise, there she was at the bar next to me ordering a drink. I began to feel clammy and nervous. What should I say I thought to myself. I only had one shot at this and figured what the heck. It seemed forever for her to get her drink. She was leaning over the bar. "You really sure you want to go through with all this?"I grinned back. "All systems go!"I looked at the last-quarter moon outside my condo's window. It was ten minutes before the moon-Earth axis was exactly perpendicular to the Earth-sun axis. Unknown to the rest of the world, the moon had another ten minutes to exist. I checked my latest creation, a close replica of Earth's solar system in deep intergalactic space. It was at the current limit of my influence sphere, 610 million light-years. I had gone soft, and soft cock with hard core porn doesn’t quite cut the muff. Panic stations. Our contract stated that if I couldn’t get hard, we didn’t get paid – no play no pay. The tip of my cock butted her cunt lips but the shaft bent and grooved and failed to stiffen its resolve. My brain launched into distress and neurosis swamped with a barrage of fears concerning impotence, embarrassment, empty pockets, and footage out there in the world of me wrestling with my penis like a Victorian.