His fingers would not obey his brain. He groaned again in frustration.Betty had heard him. The second groan worried her and she went in to him. He was...slumped in his chair, his face ashen and lop-sided."Oh my goodness! He's had a stroke!"She grabbed the telephone, dialled 999 and called for an ambulance. Next she dialled Reception and warned them.'I need to tell his fiancée, ' she thought. She looked round for Robin's mobile. It was on the side of his desk. She picked it up and found Lottë's. The surgeon had severed the nerves to his penis and now when Barbara became amorous he became very uncomfortable.Barbara sensed his discomfort and said, "Its Ok honey. I guess I just thought that since you decided to stop here, and we usually don't stop here. Umm. I was thinking that maybe you wanted to try. Do you remember the last time we were here?"Marvin replied, "That was a long time ago."Barbara said, "I still remember. I could not say which room we were in or anything but I remember that. I lock eyes with him, not sure if this is a test or part of foreplay to what will most certainly be some pretty fiery hot sex. I go to shut my laptop, with the complete intention of continuing to masturbate for him. “Oh no,” he says, grabbing my wrist. “Keep watching. I want you to touch yourself while you watch.” He sits back in the chair again, waiting patiently. I hesitate just a second, and then reach for my wine. I take two long sips and then lean back into the bed again. I press play. ”“Move the comforter,” she asked.I did and there was, indeed, a decently sized red spot on the sheet, and red streaks on her thighs and on my flaccid shaft. She giggled, then pulled the comforter over us.“We’ll wash the sheets this morning,” I said.“OK. So now what?”“Now, we shower, have breakfast, and you go to Mass. When you come home, we’ll talk.”“Mass?”“Mass.”“But...”“But nothing. Go to church, Michelle. We’ll talk when you come home. Please?”“OK,” she agreed, still puzzled. “I’ll see you.