The poor, tormented, lucky boy nearly strained his neck nodding his agreement as Pam scooted in closer until his impressive scrotum rested against her skin, and in a mostly calm tone, said, "Before we start our conversation, I will tell you what my plan is, so you won't be surprised. It looks like you're not producing any cleanser right now, so I am just going to spit a little on my fingers and apply my saliva to the reddest areas. If you start producing, you know, later, I'll add that to my saliva to really go after the toughest spots. Ready?"

She didn't wait for a reply, saying, "So, what...