Chapter Forty Eight
Christy’s Long Friday Continues
A long afternoon, the castrates harvest much sperm. There come the usual twinges in seeing so many massive p*****s so humbly ooze and ooze.
Finally, Nurse Henrick arrives for her shift. Whereas I normally linger a bit, assuring the needs of castrates and donors are well met, I this once beg off.
“Got a date. Expecting company for the weekend.”
In having much experience, Nurse Henrick is more than able to supervise. And though I will miss observing the shower time frolicking of the neutered, the ‘boys without balls’, Jim’s company beckons.
One last task, I call the house. Christy answers, the voice soft and mousey.
“It’s me. Has Uncle Jim arrived yet?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Everything going as planned, the Chateaubriand roasting?”
“Yes,
