She was shocked the next morning when he showed her his work. He had carved a c**k to her dimensions from a block of well-seasoned walnut. He had fastened it to a steel plate that would attach to the cross-member. He had carved in his bulging veins, ribbed ridges, and smooth bulbous head of his own c**k - all in perfect detail. He’d sealed the c**k against the weather and polished it so that in the morning sunlight it gleamed like an ebony icon. When Hallie took it in her hand, it felt so real she wanted to try it on herself. When she gave it back to him, he attached the base of the walnut c**k to the lower cross-member.
“Where did you learn to carve like that? She asked incredulously. “It is a thing of beauty. It belongs in a museum.”
Greg shrugged proudly. “I was hoping you’d like it.
