In the time of my greatest need, the time of my utmost, heartfelt desire, my little soldier abandoned me.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” She smiled, looked longingly into my eyes, and continued to stroke it. It felt like a doctor who was determined to revive a patient after he had already died.
“I don’t know what to do,” I pleaded. “I want you. Truly I do. I want you with all my heart.”
“All those times we kissed before,” she explained, “it stood right up without a problem, I felt it against me.”
“And now that you are my wife, there is a problem,” I responded. “Now that I have an opportunity to have what I have dreamed about for over a year, I can’t have it. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“Maybe you are a little nervous,” she speculated. “Maybe it is what they call the
