" Jill sputtered on the swig of beer she had just taken, and her shouldersshook from a laugh she could no longer contain. We both leaned back on th...rock and laughed like wolves howling at the moon. When we got the nervousexcitement out of our system, we just laid on the rock watching the fluffysummer clouds roll across the moon. After a few minutes I could feel herstaring at me, and she opened her mouth a little but nothing came out. I drew in a breath and asked "Jill, what is it?" while. With trembling handshe raised his arms revealing his small package, still not havingrecovered from the previous day?s treatment. The little fleshly tube hungjust below his empty sack, his balls still pushed up and hidden, refusingto reappear. Inwardly he was concerned with their reluctance to emergeand take residence in their proper place.She reached over and took hold of his baby cock, feeling for the absentballs and pulling on his diminished member slightly to see if it wouldreact to her. ’ We judge the marriages of our friends. Our neighbors. Co-workers. Casual acquaintances. Celebrities we don’t even know.And we are always wrong. Even when we’re right, we’re wrong, because our opinions are based on inadequate information. Marriages are too complicated and too subtle. They turn over the years on words said and unsaid, tones, pauses, touches gentle or rough, welcomed or shunned, sex or lack of it, money or lack of it, gestures, expressions, a face turned. Val's body jerked with a soft spasm as my finger moved across the sensitive membrane, coming into sudden obscene contact with the tightly contracted little circle. Val's body seemed to respond spontaneously with a little undulating quiver, and a soft noise that could have been mistaken for a mewl of pleasure coming from deep in her throat. Then a wilder shudder passed through her body when I pressed harder. Her eyes opened wide and she raised her head, staring straight ahead at the mirrored.