Frustration boiled over, leading you to reluctantly dial 1-800-BAD-DICK. Each digit pressed felt like a concession, a confession of inadequacy. But perhaps, just maybe, this could be resolved, right?
Connecting to a representative, hope mingled with apprehension. Yet, the sight of her beauty momentarily distracted from the looming issue. She warned of uncertainties, directing the camera downward to unveil the problem.
Reality struck like a sledgehammer. Disappointment surged, but amidst the sting, a peculiar sensation emerged. Humiliation intermingled with arousal, igniting an unexpected flame.
Her laughter stung, yet strangely fueled desire. The call concluded with a bitter diagnosis, leaving you branded as unfixable. But beneath the shame, a spark of perverse satisfaction lingered. After all, even in failure, there’s a twisted allure to being under her scrutiny.
