‘OK,’ I replied, ‘let’s go to my place for a victory drink.’ Ten minutes later she sat on my couch and stared at me with those deep brown ey...s. I asked, ‘What do you want to drink?’ She grinned at me sheepishly and said, ‘I don’t know. Except for beer, I never had a drink. What should I drink?’ I chuckled and said, ‘Beth, my little friend, I will teach you what my father taught me. It’s easy. You either drink scotch or bourbon. You always drink it with ice, water or both, but never with a mixer. Go faster, go faster. Ignore the pain, keep going!" he told himself over and over as he ran.Hunger was also close to overpowering him when he realised how stupid he was being. Coming to an abrupt halt, he set the replicator down and spoke to it."One high energy bar."A bar appeared and he cackled loudly at his own ingenuity before grabbing the bar and the unit and breaking into a run again. The energy bar was eaten as he ran and it wasn't long before he imagined he could sense the boost it was. The two nurses cornered me, and then screaming at the top of my voice with my arms and legs thrashing wildly, I was half dragged - half carried back to the chair. As this was happening, the surgery door opened and a blue-uniformed senior nurse hurried in to see what the commotion was about. She tut-tutted at my struggling and screaming and proceded to help the others lift me into the chair and hold me down.Next there was a sibilent hiss of gas from the direction of the anaesthetic trolley, and. It left my mouth with a "pop" as I continued to try to suck more."You're a good little whore, baby. Now get on the bed and lay on your back."My wife climbed onto the bed after me, remaining on her knees, strap-on still protruding forward. She reached into the drawer of her nightstand and removed a tub of lube. "Every little bitch deserves to have her cherry popped in the missionary position," she said as she squeezed lube onto her fingers. "And everyone doing the popping deserves to get to.