For the next week I was in such horrible agony I was glad when the men returned and removed my sack and ruined nuts altogether. My penis, which was no... little more than a spongy pink mushroom cap, was left intact, if only because it helped keep me from splashing piss all over myself, making it a little easier to clean me.Maybe the ultimately indignity came the next day when Daddy Sir showed up with a six pack of beer and a greasy paper plate on which sat two roughly round heavily battered balls. His goodbyes were twofold. He shook hands with Dave and wished him well and he kissed Angela deeply and passionately leaving her wanting more. He walked to the door, waited and half turned his head back towards them, then he opened the door and left.It was six-thirty in the evening. Dave admitted he was famished and needed something to eat and realised that the hotel restaurant would now be open. Angela nodded and looked at him before agreeing.“I need a shower,” she said.“Me too,” replied. Or get lucky and knock down some big tattooed biker dude. I held my own with the second biker for about a minute, then we exchanged a couple of hard hits, he hit me upside the head and I hit the floor.I lay there stunned for a few seconds, then the biker I cold-cocked and I gingerly pulled ourselves up the barstools and sat down on them. I guess this was a normal occurrence in my new biker buddies’ lives, because they bore me no hard feelings.“Hey, not bad for an Army puke,” biker two says.They. ‘Well thank you very much,’ Lynn was relieved. ‘Would you like that phone number?’ Jennifer asked. ‘I don’t have a pen. Could you hold it till I get by the front desk?’ Lynn asked. Her face wrinkled up in tension when she recalled the drawer full of writing utensils. ‘Yes ma’am. Will that be all Mrs. Blackburn?’ Jennifer asked. Yes, thank you so much! You have been a great help.’ Lynn put the phone down and looked across the room in a fixed stare. The sounds of the running water in the Jacuzzi.