In the little Irish pub, the same regulars sat at the same stools as they did the night before. After ordering a beer, I went in the back but didn’t find three sexy women shooting pool. I looked at the worn green felt and wondered what I should do. Three quarters in the slots noisily brought the balls down. I racked them up and started playing the game all by myself.
I wondered if this was the way it was going to be – just me, alone, unable to do anything because of this damn lock in my c**k. How could I let anyone know? As I started slamming the balls into the pockets, I thought about going to a doctor and having it removed. God! That would be embarrassing. Imagine the newspaper headlines if anyone found out. College student has padlock removed from p***s!
It wasn’t long before my beer
