I asked her if she was excited about it and she said she was. She said it turned her on thinking about taking the treatment right in front of me.About...5:30 the door bell rang, my wife answered it and a well dressed black man came in and my wife introduced us. The Dr. told me he was sorry to hear about my affliction but it was pretty common in men my age. I told him I was glad that he could help my wife out, I knew it was frustrating for her. He said it was just an experimental procedure and he. “Your brother seems to be in peak shape whether we see him in pre-season or in a regular season game.”“I use the same trainer as Kyle, though we do work out in different gyms,” I said.“OK then,” Dylan said. “The team and the fans have high expectations from you and me.”“I do too,” I agreed.“What do you think will happen with the draft tomorrow night?” Dylan asked.“I have no idea,” I responded. “I let that in the capable hands of Coach Tolbert and the front office.”“I wouldn’t mind seeing. No patterns. No life. No ordinary sounds. Just the infuriating ‘beep beep’ of the impersonal machine monitoring my life signs. Shades of Monty Python and the ‘machine that goes Ping!’. The thought brings a laugh to my throat and finally you notice I am awake. Stupid, flat expression. You’re trying for professional and sympathetic but from this angle you’re more the devil in a white uniform. More white. You are the face to my pain and God is there pain. I try to communicate but I have no voice.. I can be your stripper, I guess.”“I have another place, too. Not the club. The basement of the club. Do you want to see that?” He looked at her craftily, and she suddenly didn't trust him.“What's down there?” she asked, warily. “Am I going to like it?”“You're going to lose count of how many orgasms you have in a row,” he said confidently. “Everyone enjoys orgasms, right? You're going to have the time of your life, trust me.”“I've never had an orgasm,” she told him. “I'd like to, though. I'm old.