Not just beat me, I want you to wale into me and beat the shit out of me. Now, put your hand in here.? She held out the right glove.?No,? he replied, ...ut he let her raise his hand and slip it into the glove.?Push now, get your hand right down in there.?He pushed his hand down.?That's right. Let me lace you up good and tight.? She tied a double bow in the laces. ?Now the other hand.??You think I want to beat you???Yes, you do. You should want to beat me. It's biological. We've got all this. You’re going to be okay--you’ll walk again and everything. However, your penis was severed in the accident, and we couldn’t find it.”The man groans, but the doctor goes on, “You have $9,000 in insurance compensation coming, and we now have the technology to build a new penis. They work great but they don’t come cheap. It’s roughly $1000 an inch.”The man perks up.“So,” the doctor says, “You must decide how many inches you want. But I understand that you have been married for over thirty years,. My hands were shaking, and my stomach was doing somersaults. I wanted to do it but wasn't sure I had the nerve. I started to slide my hand over but quickly pulled it back."What's the matter?" my husband said."I'm afraid. What if that's not what the guy wants, and he causes a commotion?"My husband leaned over and whispered, "Trust me, it's what he wants, or he wouldn't have sat next to you."I still wasn't convinced. If anything, I was more nervous than before. I was breaking out in a cold. His boss, a few friends from work. Greg and Amy. Andrea. His… fiancées… friends and co-workers, people he’d met maybe once and barely knew. What were they doing here? Every pair of eyes seemed to bore into him, full of concern and understanding, silently assuring him that they were there for him, that he could take as much time as needed to get better and come back, safe and whole Safe and whole. He’d lost two-thirds of himself, and the remainder was a heart attack victim in a hospital bed..