You'd be able to have me then if you wanted." That's to have them build up his full sperm count Dana. But I'll bet he could perform now if he wanted, ...ouldn't you young man?"Lucy fondled his naked shaven balls as she questioned him. His penis surged within its plastic cage, swelling against the restriction alarmingly."Yes Miss, but the establishment here is very strict. Only the highest quality is allowed. Please Miss, could you stop doing that." the young man walked away with an uncomfortable. McMahan’s friends. I even tolerated their praise for Gordon until I couldn’t take any more. Someone, either Gordon or his mother, had elevated his role in the distribution committee to the lofty position of leader. I choked on the roast beef when I heard one of them say that Gordon gave the directions and the rest of us bowed to his authority. Paige had warned me to not goad Gordon, and I took that to mean that I was not to burst Mrs. McMahan’s bubble regarding her estimation of her son’s. They'd said that the games (outside of the tension-filled 1-0 Mets victory in Game Two) had been pretty prosaic affairs.With all these home fans screaming for us -- many of them not even yet born when Baltimore had last won a World Series -- high drama would have been something to remember.Well, it started out dramatically enough. After four innings, neither club had gotten a base runner, much less a hit. Mutual perfect games going. Now, that would have satisfied even the most jaded baseball. Right now she’s over there petting the cat.“What’re you thinking?” she asks.“That I’m the luckiest guy on the planet, and I don’t know why...”“Because of me?”“Yes, you...”“I’m pretty lucky myself, baby,” she said. “Maddie was telling me about some of the kids that were in school when we left.”“Bet none of ‘em’s got a million bucks in the bank.”“No, but a couple of ‘em are beating the daylights out of you and me in the ‘parenthood’ stats.”“How’s Maddie doing?”“Her and Beck go back and forth over.