Though his dipstick had a different mind of it own, as it kept poking his boxer like it was looking for for a way to escape it's cage, the boxer, at that moment.

“Fuck!” He said in a low tone due to the sudden bounce of his digstick. Standing up from the bed gently so as not to wake Becky, he walked toward the bathroom and glance one last time at the sleeping Becky or so he thought, the he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“This is the best way. I can't afford to have sex with her when, she looked so pale and tired!” He...