I tested myself by looking at the objects on my dresser and telling myself what they were. Toothbrush, Comb, Brush, washcloth, Bandage, bottle of some...hing ... bandage??? I tried to sit up higher in bed to see anything else on the dresser, but just then I felt a jab behind the eyes that felt like someone had decided that I needed a lobotomy and did it without anesthetic. My head whipped back and I let out a grunt of pain as the sharpness blossomed. My muscles gave way and I collapsed backwards. They knew the score now, the doctors had told them, his respectable 7” still had full function, but the count was so low as to be not on the scale.They had put a brave face on it and the years had passed. They had considered all the options but none had really appealed to both of them, adoption was an option and was being considered at the time he had mentioned his fantasy, just before the results of tests were confirmed.They had had a sex life that was full, fun, and fulfilling, trying all. I left after breakfast with my thermos of fresh coffee and a slightly lighter wallet.I started by going to the Wrightsville Police department. It was a small department, so I expected a lot of blow back when I went into the police station to ask for help. I showed the duty sergeant my ID card, I also gave him the card of Detective nice ass of the Siler City police department. Then I explained what I needed and why.“If you have a rookie, or somebody you can spare for a couple of hours it would. He kept rubbing it and pressing, making me jump and whimper, begging him to stop, he said i can't im not through with it yet. I have waited a long time to do this (hint, hint). I grabbed his back, holding on tight, fingers clawing, trying to be quiet, and hold still but unable, slowly going insane from the intense pleasure, resorting to a low growl.Finally he withdrew his hand and grabbed my head fingers wrapped in my hair kissing me deeply then slowly guiding me down where i undid his jeans.