“What the hell!” Justin whispered as he ran a hand across his bare chest. The dream crossed his mind momentarily. Eight, long whip marks ran from his pectorals down to his abdominal region. Marks were no good when they didn’t come from his wife.

  “That broad scratched the shit out of me!”

  Justin quickly rinsed his mouth out. Afterwards, he walked over to the spot where his recently shed clothing lay on the floor. He picked up his undershirt from the pile and hurriedly put it on. Talisha would kill him if she happened to see those scratches. Speak of the Devil…

  The bathroom door opened and Talisha entered wearing a pink bra and panty set. Strutting around in her underwear was the woman’s subtle way of saying, “I’m sorry.”

  “Hey…hey, baby…what’s up? What you want?” Justin stood in the middle of the room with nothing on but a musty undershirt.

  “Justin, I just wanted to apologize for the way I overreacted last night. You know I can get very jealous and…it gets out of hand sometimes. I know you love me and I know you would never do anything to hurt me.”

  Justin smiled awkwardly and held out his arms. “Come here, baby.”

  Talisha returned the smile as she walked over to him and became embraced within his big, strong arms. “I don’t mind when you get jealous, but you gotta trust me when I tell you stuff. This marriage can’t last without trust.”

  She pulled back a bit so she could look into his big, brown eyes. “I know, baby.”

  Justin leaned down and kissed Talisha. When he pulled away, she stood on tiptoes to return the tender gesture. Before long, their quick smooches turned into passionate kisses. Justin picked Talisha up and sat her on the edge of the bathroom sink. At the moment, he was wondering why he would even cheat on a good woman like her. Talisha was everything he desired in a spouse.

  The woman was slim and had vivacious curves in all the right places. She was light-skinned, and had long, luxurious black hair. Justin’s heart would always speed up when he looked into her gorgeous, hazel eyes. The man loved the freckles that dotted her nose. Besides looks, Talisha had a great personality and a good job.

  Justin came to the realization that greed caused him to risk everything on brief encounters with women that meant nothing to him. Although he was aware of the fact that his gluttonous appetite for the opposite sex could possibly ruin his marriage, the man had no intentions of changing his sinful ways. He would end his adulterous habits one day, but that day was not coming anytime soon.

  Talisha took her small hands and began to go under his shirt, seeking the rigidness of his muscles. An alarm went off in Justin’s head. He quickly grabbed her hands and placed them around his neck. She giggled and he smiled back. When they resumed kissing, Justin’s hands traveled down her sides, along her legs, between her thighs, and finally came to explore her most sacred spot. With one hand, he moved her panties aside. Justin felt that she was ready, he was born ready. He took a step forward and Talisha gasped as he entered her.

  The bathroom began to fog up again, but this time it was not because of hot water. Talisha wrapped her hands around his waist as they continued their dance. Justin gripped her legs and lifted them higher into the air. Their lips parted from one another’s in order to make way for the moans that had built up within them. Justin gently kissed the side of his wife’s face. After her face, he showered her neck with passionate kisses and then moved down to her collarbone.

  “OUCH!” Talisha shouted suddenly. She automatically hit Justin in his arm and pushed him away. “You bit me!”

  “I…I’m sorry, baby…I don’t know “

  Talisha looked at her shoulder. Pinpoints of blood had begun to rise from his teethmarks. She jumped down from the sink and fixed Justin with an angry and bewildered stare. “I guess that’s what that trick you sleeping with likes, huh? She likes it rough?”

  Justin reached out for her. “Baby I“

  “Don’t touch me!” Talisha screamed as she dodged his hand and ran from the bathroom.

  Justin could do nothing but watch her leave. He wanted to chase her. His entire being demanded that he run after her, but how could he explain the fact that he had just bitten her shoulder. He looked into the mirror and stared at his puzzled reflection.

  “What the hell is going on with me?”

  86:17 hrs

  It was a beautiful day in Birmingham, Alabama. The sun continued its ascent into the dazzling blue sky, paused for an hour to admire its domain, then began its slow descent. Fluffy white clouds drifted sluggishly across the blue backdrop, going out of their way to avoid hindering the sun’s rays. Despite the splendor of it all, things for Justin went from good to bad to worst.

  The man struggled to make it through the nine hour work day. By his second hour at work, Justin could barely walk a couple of steps without collapsing into a chair. Once lunch time came around, he was experiencing a terrible migraine and his strength was steadily waning.

  The ill man sat at a long, fold-out table in the break room, staring at his microwave lunch. Since asking Talisha to make him something to eat was out of the question, he had to grab the first thing he saw in the freezer. Before him sat one of the healthy meals his wife was always buying when she went on one of her dieting kicks, but she never seemed to eat them. Justin could see why.

  The aroma wafting up from the black, plastic tray made him nauseous. He wasn’t sure if the cause was the horrible smell, or his growing illness. Justin pushed the unappetizing food away and laid his throbbing head on the table and closed his eyes.

  Shortly after, the break room’s double doors swung open and three individuals stepped into the room, laughing and talking. One of the guys spotted Justin and he walked over to the hurting man. “Hey, boss man! Saw you leaving the club last night with that fine redbone. Wish I could pull ‘em like you do.”

  Metal screeched against concrete as the man pulled up a chair. The guy sat down and stared at Justin’s bowed head. “Hey, boss man, are you alright?” the guy asked.

  It took everything Justin had in him to lift his head. He started to open his eyes, but the act caused his skull to hurt worse, so he closed them again.

  “Hey, Justin! Man you don’t look so good!”

  85:02 hrs

  After his concerned co-worker went and talked to their supervisor, Justin was sent home early. A drive that normally took him fifteen minutes to complete turned into an hour and fifteen minute ride from hell. His migraine made it hard for him to focus on the traffic, so he had to drive extremely slow. After being honked at, cursed at, and rudely cut off several times, Justin decided to abandon the highway and take the back roads to his house. It turned out that the secondary route was just as terrible as the main route.

  At one point, an old man pulled up alongside him on a two lane street, rolled down his window and yelled, “Get the fuck off the road!”

  Justin was too drained to reply. All he could do was watch as the old man drove in front of him, cutting it dangerously close and peeled off. Justin stared at the old man’s handicapped tag until it disappeared from sight.

  Only by the grace of God, was Justin able to make it home safely and stumble through his front entryway. He shut the door quietly and locked it before slowly making his way to the bathroom. I’m going to take a shower real quick then get some rest, Justin thought. I didn’t get enough sleep last night. That has to be what’s wrong with me.

  It took long enough, but Justin finally made it to the bathroom and began taking his clothes off. It proved to be an arduous task. Once the chore was complete, he situated the shower’s water until the temperature was just right, then he carefully stepped into the tub. The steady flow of water spurting from the showerhead crashed against the bottom of the tub, creating a soothing sound like that of rain. Justin grabbed his bath rag and lathered it with soap.

  Following the same procedure he had for twenty-eight years, Justin first washed his neck, his shoulders, and moved to his chest. After soaping up his chiseled chest, he washed his hairy arms, went down to his equally hairy legs, his feet, then came back up to wash his private area. As he covered his genitals in soap suds, the sexual organs fell off and hit the wet porcelain. SMACK!

  Time froze.

  The man moved as if he was in slow motion. Justin stared down at his genitals with an expression of astonishment on his face. His jaw dropped as he gawked at his most precious possession. The startled man looked between his legs, nothing there. Blood was not even present. His stuff had just…fallen off somehow. He returned his gaze back to the bottom of the tub. There it was, the whole setboth the faucet and the two knobs.

  Time started ticking again.

  Justin took a quick, deep breath and let loose a blood-curdling scream. “AHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH!” He no longer felt the skull splitting headache. His lack of strength had no effect on him at that moment. Justin jumped out of the tub, slipped on the wet floor and fell with a sickening thud. “Lord, no!” the man yelled as he bounced back up like a rubber ball and ran out of the bathroom. “This can’t be happening to me! This can’t be happening!”

  Down the carpeted hallway he went, through the living room, and he came to a sliding skid in the kitchen. THUD! The wet, naked man fell again. Justin scrambled back up to his feet and frantically raided the kitchen cabinets. Pots and pans were thrown to the kitchen floor. Metal clanged against metal until he found what he was looking forsome Tupperware with a lid. Justin hurried over to the freezer, snatched the small door open and filled the container with cubes of ice. After all that was done, he ran back into the bathroom, picked his genitals out of the bathtub and stuffed it into the Tupperware.

  A panicked Justin Burrows brought the transparent container up to his face. He stared at his penis and testicles, barely able to believe what he was seeing.

  “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

  82:52 hrs

  Justin pulled his mobile device from his pocket and looked at the time. The man let out a frustrated sigh. It had been over two hours since he first arrived in the emergency room of Mercy Hospital. He’d heard of doctors reattaching severed thumbs and such, but he had no clue if they could sew a set of genitals back on. And if they could, was there a deadline before the process was no longer applicable?

  Come on people! What’s taking so long, he wondered as he looked around the crowded lobby.

  Every chair in the cramped room was full. Many people were forced to stand. Justin watched as individuals got up from their chairs to go to the vending machines, or visit the restroom only to return and find their stuff on the floor and their seats gone. Justin whimpered slightly as he thought about not having to worry with going to the restroom.

  His Tupperware container was extremely cold against his flesh, but he refused to remove it from beneath his shirt. Justin did not want everybody looking at what was in the plastic box and they would most definitely look. They were nosey, all of them.

  The man glared at the individuals in the room. He hated the fact that he had to be in there with those…those common folk. They were ugly, dirty, and full of germs. The uncouth people were conversing on ignorant topics, some of them coughed or sneezed without covering their mouths, and there was a snaggletoothed woman that kept staring at him with lecherous eyes.

  Justin’s right leg twitched rapidly as he glanced over at the window where the receptionist sat. The hospital employees were worse than the patrons. He had already been over there to take care of his paperwork, and it didn’t take long for him to discover that they were not professional. He told the woman that he had a real emergency unlike the other wolf-criers in the waiting room, but she would not listen to him. Not only did she ignore him, but the woman was unnecessarily rude, and so was the old, crippled security guard. Justin thought about going into detail about his condition, but he refrained. They would most likely talk about him and laugh at his circumstance instead of aiding him.

  If I wasn’t carrying my dick in a box under my shirt, I would’ve caused a scene, Justin thought. But the last thing I need right now is to call attention to myself.

  Without warning, one of the doors to the waiting room opened and a nurse stood in the doorway. She looked down at her chart and called, “Justin Burrows.”

  It’s about time, Justin thought as he hurried over to the woman.

  The impatient man was led into a back room and taken to a small table. The nurse asked him to have a seat as she walked around to the other side of the table and sat in her chair. The unconcerned woman began by asking him routine questions and Justin answered them while waiting on an opportune moment to explain his condition. It did not take long for him to find his opening.

  “On a scale from one to ten,” the woman began, “how would you rate your current level of pain?”

  Justin gave the woman a smug look as he reached under his shirt and pulled out the Tupperware container. The sound of shifting ice could be heard as he sat the box on the table and removed the lid.

  The nurse leaned over to look at the contents within. “Oh shit!” the woman exclaimed before covering her mouth with her hands.

  Justin looked the woman in her startled eyes and asked, “How would you rate that?”

  64:21 hrs

  Things really sped up for Justin after that. Slam your penis on a table for the nurse to see and you automatically gain people’s attention. Justin was quickly ushered into a small room that only had three walls and a curtain for privacy. A long, counter with a sink sat on one wall. Besides the counter covered in medical instruments, there was a mobile bed and a chair. Justin happened to be lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

  In no time at all, a doctor came by to have an initial look. The aged man was caught off guard by the plastic container that contained a set of genitals on a bed of ice. He was even more baffled by what he saw after checking Justin below the waist.

  “I’m…I’m sorry, Mr. Burrows,” the doctor said. He was dumbfounded to say the least. “I…uh…well, we can’t sew that back on. Even if we could, which we can’t, yours seemed to have…honestly, it looks like the flesh along your pelvis is decayed…rotten…causing your genitals to fall completely off. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

  Justinthat big, strong womanizerburst into tears before the doctor could finish pronouncing his verdict. Sounding like a wounded wolf, Justin’s wails brought onlookers down his hall. He could feel their stares and hear their whispers, but he didn’t care. Their opinions did not matter; it was him who would have to go through life without an operating penis.

  “Oh, Lord!” the blubbering man screamed at the ceiling. “Take me now, Lord! Send a big-ass bolt from the heavens and put a quick end to my now miserable existence!”

  (Remove a man’s family jewels and he instantly becomes a Shakespearian actor.)

  “I’m truly sorry about your…about your loss,” the doctor said over Justin’s thunderous sobbing. “Um, I recommend that you stay here for a few days so we can run some test and see what caused…this.”

  “It’s because I’ve been fooling around on my wife! I know it is! I sold my dick to the Devil and he came to collect! Aw, why me?”

  “Very good. Uh…I’m going to take a few blood samples.” The doctor filled two vials with Justin’s blood then disappeared through the curtains, eager to be away from the shouting maniac.

  In time, the man did stop weeping. It was then that Justin realized he could feel his headache and it was worst than it had been before. Not only was his migraine back, but he was no longer running on adrenaline so the man didn’t have the strength to sit up any longer. Justin laid down on the paper covered bed and closed his teary eyes. Shortly after, the doctor returned with two other people dressed in white lab coats.

  “These two are student doctors,” the original doctor said. “I brought them here so they could observe your condition.”

  Justin didn’t care.

  “Hi, my name is Rebecca,” the female student said. “This here is Robert.”

  The second student waved.

  Justin simply replied with a limp wave of his own.

  The female student proceeded by asking him a hundred questions while all three doctors took notes on their clipboards. Justin was asked to stand, bend, hold out his arms, and pose in many other positions. Although his head hurt terribly and he could barely stand, the broken man managed to follow orders while they poked at him and observed him.

  Eventually, he was wheeled up stairs on a bed and dropped off in a room on the seventh floor. Throughout the night, Patient Care Technicians (PCTs) would come to him every couple of hours and stick him with needles and notate his blood pressure. He slept through majority of the visits. When he was awake, he was too disoriented to know who was who.

  When morning came, six individuals came to his bed and looked him over. All wore white lab coats. They seemed pleasant enough, but Justin couldn’t help feeling like an experiment. The head doctor talked about Justin as if he was a subject in a textbook and the other men and women took more notes.

  After the doctors said their goodbyes, Justin was left alone for a minute then another PCT showed up with breakfast. Justin looked at the food; however, he had no desire for bacon, grits, eggs, and toast. He looked over at the homely looking woman as she took his blood pressure. The ill man could not stop from smacking his lips hungrily.

  Justin stared at the rise and fall of the woman’s breasts. Two giant breasts with a side of warm liver, the man thought. His eyes journeyed downward and he gazed at the woman’s side. Make that two giant breasts, a side of liver, and several large fat rolls. What the hell am I saying? Thinking of her as a to-go plate …it’s downright sadistic and well, cannibalistic. He tried to alter his train of thought, and he did for a few seconds, but there was no way to halt the ravenous hunger that overcame him when he looked at the heavyset lady. He wanted her body.

 

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