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Southern Exposure



   By Ed Rider



   The husbands of Doreen's friends hated Ted.  They knew by heart the
conversation on the way home from any gathering that the couple attended.
It always included such thoughts as "Did you see the way that Ted looked
after Doreen?" and "Ted knows how to treat a woman" and "Why can't you be
more like Ted?"

   The subject of Ted often came up when the girls got together, too, with
her friends marveling at how thoughtful Ted was and how attentive to her
and eager to do anything she asked.  Was he like that at home, too?

   "I wish," said Doreen.  "No, he's just the typical thoughtless husband
at home, and I have to put up with it, because the important thing to me is
how he treats me when others are around."

   They said they would be happy with a similar arrangement, but they
weren't as lucky as Doreen and they could talk until they were blue in the
face, but their husbands would never change.

   "Luck had nothing to do with Ted being the way he is," said Doreen. 
"Five years ago, he used to be just like your husbands.  But I found a way
to change him."

   The friends asked her how, but she said that she couldn't tell them,
because what worked for her might not work for them.  If they really wanted
their husbands to be more like Ted, they had to work out their own way to
change them.  All she was telling them was that there were solutions out
there.



   Five years earlier, Doreen was exasperated.  "How could you just stand
there when you saw that my breast was about to fall out of my dress," she
said to Ted on the drive home from a party.  "I didn't expect you to know
that a seam had come apart or what to do, but you could have said something
to me."

   "I'm sorry," said Ted.  "I just froze.  I know I should have done
something or said something, but I felt like a statue."

   "You're always freezing, Ted," said Doreen.  "Whenever I need you to get
my back, you turn into a refrigerator.  You're cold, and I'm exposed."

   "I've always been that way," said Ted.  "You can ask my parents.  I was
always the kid watching from the outside.  I never jumped into anything."

   "But you're a grown man now, Ted," said Doreen, "and I know you have the
reputation of being a take-charge guy at the office.  You wouldn't be doing
so well if you just stood on the sidelines.

   "For some reason, though, when we're out together socially, you turn
into that kid again.  I don't care, except when it keeps you from coming to
my rescue.  Then I mind it a lot.  You know, I'm always getting you out of
scrapes, and I don't even bring it up, because you're my husband, the man I
love.  So what's wrong with you?"

   "I honestly don't know," said Ted.  "I guess it's just the way I am."

   "That's not what I want to hear," said Doreen.  "I'm getting tired of
you just being that way.  Unless you start working on changing, there's
going to be trouble.  No, you don't have to respond.  Save your breath and
just think it."



   It was a few weeks later, and Doreen and Ted were having a picnic on the
beach.  It was a freakish, hot Indian summer day.  The remote area where
they liked to go was nearly deserted.  It was cut off from nearby beaches
by large rock formations on both sides.  Doreen had discovered the pathway
into the area when she was a teenager.  In those days, it was a well known
nudist spot during the summer, and she and her pre-teen girlfriends had
made some educational observations there.

   Today, they saw no one except for a young couple at the other end that
seemed to be busy on their blanket with their mouths and their hands.  They
were sitting on their beach chairs watching the surf and chilling when they
heard voices.  It was the couple, and they were yelling at each other so
loud that the sound carried down the beach, even though the words couldn't
be made out.

   They looked over and saw one of the two jump up and scream some words at
the other one and stomp away toward the water.  Then the figure was walking
toward them, and as it got closer, they saw it was a woman, then a young
woman, then a teenager.

   "Oh no!" said Doreen.  "It's Carina."

   "Who?" said Ted.

   "Carina," said Doreen.  "She's a student of mine, and she's bad news.  I
think she's in a girl gang.  I had to flunk her, and she came to my room
during planning period and threatened me.  I reported it to the assistant
principal, and she may have been suspended.  I hope she doesn't spot me."

   But the girl walking by the water noticed the couple, and as soon as she
recognized Doreen, she made a beeline for her.  Doreen got out of her
chair, but Ted didn't.

   "Are you here to spy on me, Mrs.  Nelson?" were the first words Carina
said when she came up to them.  "So you can tell Mr.  Evans and make more
trouble for me." Ted and Doreen noticed she was slurring her words.  She
and her friend must have been drinking.

   "No, Carina," Doreen said, "we're just having a nice picnic, and we
didn't even know you were here."

   "Sure," said Carina.  "You're just minding your own business and not
making trouble for anyone, are you, you bitch?" With that she jumped at
Doreen and grabbed her hair and pulled her down into the sand.

   "Ted!" yelled Doreen as she went down, and Ted jumped up.  He looked
down and saw his wife and the girl rolling around in the sand.  The girl
was slapping Doreen hard on the face and pulling at her bathing suit top.
In a second it was off.  The girl was big and bulky and much larger than
Doreen.

   As Ted watched, the girl grabbed Doreen's suit bottom and began pulling
it down.  "Ted!" screamed Doreen, but Ted didn't move.  He stood there as
if in a trance.

   The girl got the suit off and pulled Doreen over her lap and began
spanking her buttocks as Doreen screamed and sobbed and Ted watched.  Then
she began sticking her fingers between Doreen's legs.  "Ted, goddammit!"
yelled Doreen.  "Get her off of me.  She's hurting me.  Can't you see. 
Ted!"

   Finally, he seemed to hear her voice and moved to the two women, but he
couldn't seem to decide what to do.

   "Grab her hair and pull it!" screamed Doreen as she struggled to get
free.  Ted reached for the hair but the girl moved her head away.  He tried
again, but again she ducked.  Finally, he grabbed a bunch of hair and
pulled back hard.  The girl screamed and released Doreen, who jumped up and
ran back a few steps.

   "Hold her there, Ted!" Doreen yelled.  "Don't let go of her whatever you
do.  When you see I've disappeared from sight on the pathway, you can let
her go and bring the rest of the stuff to the car."

   She pulled her suit back on and gathered up some of their picnic and
began walking toward the path, sobbing loudly as she went.  Ted held onto
the girl by her hair and felt her swaying but not trying to get free.  In a
few seconds, he couldn't hear Doreen's sobs over the sound of the surf. 
When he saw Doreen disappear from sight, he let go of the girl, who ran
back to her friend.

   Ted collected the rest of their gear and followed Doreen, who was
sitting in the car looking straight ahead.  She wasn't making a sound, but
tears were running down her face.

   "I'm sorry, Doreen," he started to say.

   "Shut up, Ted!" she said, and those were the last words she spoke to him
until the following night.

   When he came home from work, she was pleasant, as if she had forgotten
everything, but after dinner, she said she needed to talk to him.

   "Did you know that Carina pushed sand up my vagina and anus?" she said.
"No, don't say anything.  Did you hear me screaming your name?  Why did you
just stand there?  She could have really hurt me badly.  This wasn't just
something embarrassing.  She was dangerous.  Couldn't you tell?  Now you
can say something."

   "I don't know what to say, except how sorry I am," he said.  "You are
right.  I should have jumped in and pulled her away immediately.  I'm so
ashamed.  I've thought about it a hundred times since then and asked myself
why I didn't do anything, but I can't come up with an answer."

   "That's exactly what I thought you would say," said Doreen, "but it's
not good enough.  I asked you to work on this freezing of yours and waited
for you to do something, but you never have.  Yes, you're always sorry, and
yes, you love me, so why can't you change?

   "I thought about it since yesterday and decided that I can't leave it to
you anymore.  I need to find out what's holding you back.  I have an idea
already, but I have to think about it some more.  I should be able to tell
you in a couple of days.  If you come up with anything before that, tell
me. I'm willing to try anything."

   Two nights later at dinner, she asked him if he had thought of anything,
but he said no.  "I think I have the answer," she said, "and it's actually
very simple.  I don't think you are motivated enough.  What do you think of
that?"

   "I don't know," he said.  "I don't think I can love you more than I do
already, and I think I've proven that in many ways."

   "I know," she said, "and love is a great motivator.  Many of the things
I do are because of my love for you.  But sometimes, love doesn't work, and
you have to find other motivation.  Let me ask you this, Ted?  Do you
really want to change this habit enough that you'll let me help you?  Think
a moment before you answer.  I don't want to be overly dramatic, but after
what's happened, I think the future of our marriage depends on what you
answer."

   "Of course, I'll let you help me," he said.  "I don't have to think
about that for one second, even without your threat.  I know something has
to be done."

   "OK," she said.  "Right now, I think motivation is the answer, and I'm
going to work on that.  I'll let you know when I've come up with
something."

   That was the last time she mentioned Ted's freeze response for many
months.  He did his best to be more attentive to her, but there were a few
small incidents that he regretted.  She didn't mention them, but he noticed
them himself and apologized to her.  He felt good about that because at
least he was understanding what he was doing, and he felt that was a step
in the right direction.



   It was June, and it was already warm.  Doreen and Ted had driven to a
national park a couple of hours away early in the morning.  Doreen had
planned their day there.  They arrived at 10, just as the park was opening,
and Doreen said they should go to the ghost town first, because there
wasn't much shade there, and it would be too hot to visit later.  Ted said
they could just skip the ghost town, but Doreen said no, and told him which
direction to drive.  "How do you know?" he said.  "Have you been here
before?" She was looking out the window and didn't answer.

   There wasn't too much to the ghost town, just a couple of blocks of
tumble-down wooden buildings and a wooden sidewalk.  They walked down one
side and took photos of each other in front of the saloon doors.  At the
end of the sidewalk, there was an open square that was all sand, and beyond
that the boot hill.  Ted had enough, but Doreen kept walking to the middle
of the open space, where there was a statue of a man and a wooden
structure. Ted trailed a few steps behind her.

   He saw a man walking toward them from the cemetery.  "Hi," said Doreen
to the man.

   "Hi, Ma'am," he replied.  "You folks arrived pretty early, but that was
smart, because it's going to be a scorcher today.  Usually, I don't see
anyone in the park until almost noon.  Is there anything I can help you
with?  You know, you look awfully familiar, ma'am."

   Ted saw the man was dressed in a ranger's uniform.  "Is there anything
else to see here besides those buildings we just walked by and that
cemetery," he asked the man.

   "No, just that statue of somebody nobody remembers and the stocks there
next to him," he said.

   "What are the stocks for?" asked Doreen.

   "In the Old West, they were for criminals," said the ranger.  "Not the
dangerous ones.  Those went to the hoosegow.  But for minor offenses, the
judge would sentence you to the stocks.  These have been restored.  See how
they open.  The men and women being punished had to put their head in here
and their hands in here, and the top part was brought down, and they were
trapped.  They had to kneel in the dust for a few hours while everybody in
town walked by and looked at them.  If you had an enemy, he might slip up
behind you while nobody was looking and kick you.  It wasn't fun.

   "It's probably the most popular thing in this ghost town because almost
everybody has their picture taken while pretending they're locked into it,
even though we took away the rusty lock for safety.  I've got to run now.
Thanks for coming and supporting our national parks."

   "Thanks," said Doreen.  "We'll see you later."

   "I doubt it," he said.  "I've got a big circuit to make.  There are so
few of us left because of layoffs that we all have to cover a lot more
territory.  I won't be back in this area for three hours, but maybe I'll
run into you someplace else."

   Ted saw Doreen watching the man as he walked to his truck and drove off.
"Have you seen enough of the ghost town?" he said.

   "Yes," she said, "but I want you to take a photo of me in the stocks."

   "But that's so corny," he said.

   "I don't care," she said, handing him the camera and putting her bag
down.  She knelt down in the dust and put her head and hands in the
grooves. "OK," she said, "but please lower that big piece of wood
carefully." He brought down the top piece.

   "Wow!" she said.  "Even though there's room around my wrists because
they're so small, I don't think I could get my hands out.  It wouldn't make
any difference anyway, because my head could never get free.  OK, I'm ready
for the picture.  Take a couple.  OK, now lift that thing up.  There.  It's
good to get out of that thing.  Now it's your turn."

   "I don't really want a picture of me in that," he said.

   "It's for me," she said.  "My picture is for you."

   "Oh all right," he said, kneeling down.  "But let's make it quick."

   "This thing is heavy," she said.  It wasn't all that heavy, he thought.
"OK, here it comes.  Just a second.  He heard a metallic noise, and then
she was in front of him snapping at least five pictures.

   She put the camera away and said, "Stay right here for a second.  I'll
be right back."

   As she quickly walked away, he said, "Wait!  Where are you going?" But
she ignored him, and soon she was out of sight.  He decided he wasn't going
to wait there and lifted his head, but the piece above him didn't move.  He
was surprised because it didn't seem that heavy when he was lifting it.  He
tried several times, but it wouldn't budge.  His neck hurt pushing against
the wood, so he let his head slump down and looked at the ground.

   When he heard a noise, he lifted his head and saw Doreen walking toward
him dragging something in the dirt and carrying a bag.  She walked right up
to his head and sat down in the dust facing him.

   "What the hell's going on Doreen?" he said.  "Why won't this thing
open?"

   "Motivation," she said.  "It took me a long time to work this out, but I
think I've found the motivation for you.  You're right.  I've been to this
place before and checked it out.  I talked to the same ranger, and he told
me that families with little kids usually don't come to the ghost town when
it's this hot.  The only people who show up are foreign travelers who are
on a schedule and can't come back when it's cooler.

   "I brought along the lock to fit the stocks in my purse.  That's why you
can't get out.  This in my hand is a long hose that I hid in the back of
our trunk.  When I came here before, I checked the fittings of the water
spigot where they connect the sprinkler to dampen the dust, so I made sure
to get a hose that would connect to it -- and it just did.  See, on the
end, I have a power nozzle, the smallest one I could find.  Now I have to
get you ready."

   She got up and walked behind him, and he felt her hands on his shoes. 
He tried to kick, but she didn't have much trouble getting them off.  For a
while as she was wrestling his shorts and his underwear off, he was yelling
loudly, but he soon realized that nobody could hear him, so he began
talking to her, telling her this was silly, she wasn't going to prove
anything and she could be arrested if anyone came.  He kept talking and
struggling while she quietly worked away at him.

   t Finally, she gave a cry as the underwear cleared his feet, and she
brought both articles of clothing around to where he could see her holding
them up.  "Are you satisfied, now?" he said.  "I've never been so
embarrassed.  I hope nobody comes and reports us."

   "I hope so, too," she said, "because we're not finished.  See this big
plastic container in my bag.  It's full of lubricant.  I'm going to put a
little on these two fingers and then push it inside you, like this.  Ooo!
Those legs are wicked.  I've got to be careful if I want to put more lube
in -- like this.  He couldn't see her hand behind him, so even though he
tried to kick at her and move away from her, she continued to push the
greasy stuff into his anus.

   "That should be enough," she said.  "The reason why I got the smallest
hose nozzle I could find is because I'm going to carefully push it into
your anus, like this.  Good.  I liked that reaction, both the spoken one
and the way your body moved.  Now, for a few minutes, Ted, you've got to
stop kicking, because I want to be very careful.  I've turned the nozzle
control to the lowest setting, so when I press like this, the water will
flow into you but not too hard.  If you kick me with your feet, the setting
might slip, and if it goes on high power, it might cause internal injuries.

   "That's it.  Try to stay calm as you fill up.  The water is nice and
warm, isn't it, because the ground here gets so hot, it's like a water
heater?  When I was pushing the lube in, I also put some liquid detergent
in there, so the water is making your insides like a washing machine,
freeing all the dirt.  There, you should be feeling pretty full now,
because there's so much inside you, it's starting to come out around the
nozzle.  I'm carefully pulling the nozzle out of you now, and then we'll
wait.

   "You can let go as soon as you want, although if you try to hold it in
like you're doing, it will probably work better.  Are you embarrassed just
a little?  Are you upset that I'm not getting you out of this situation?

   "I'm filming you now with the video camera, just your face, because your
expressions are classic as you try to prevent the inevitable.  I wonder
what you'll look like when it comes out, because it's going to explode. 
Oooeeee!  There it goes.  It flew out like a canon.  And there's another
one.  And another one bites the dust.  Don't worry.  I'm only filming your
facial reactions.  OK, keep on going.  I'll be right back."

   When she returned she stood in front of his face again.  "Don't worry,
Ted, I also put a shovel in the trunk.  I'm going to shovel the mud mixed
with the stuff from inside you over into the cemetery weeds to get rid of
the evidence.  There wasn't that much inside, so it won't take long."

   He saw her walking back and forth to the cemetery a few times with a
load of dirt, and then she was back kneeling by his head.  "Get ready
because we're going to do this one more time, just to make sure," she said.
"When I see that everything coming out of you is clear, we'll be finished
with this part."

   She filled him again and waited for him to expel.  Then she carried more
mud to the cemetery.  When she came back to him, she pulled the lube out of
her bag and showed him what looked like a rubber ball.  "This is a bulb
syringe," she said, holding it in front of his eyes.  "See the long tapered
nozzle at this end.  Watch, I'm squeezing it flat and dipping it in the
container of lube.  See how it's sucking up the lube and expanding until
it's round again.  It's now full of lube.

   "Now the nozzle gets pushed deep inside you, and then I squeeze until
the ball is flat again.  I'm going to squeeze as much lube into you as I
can.  I want your belly to expand from all the stuff inside you until it's
almost hanging in the dust.  I'm figuring it will take maybe five balls
full.  Here goes the first one."

   When he was stuffed full of lube, she asked him to wait, and she
gathered the lube, the bulb and the nozzle and walked away, dragging the
hose.  He put his head down and began crying.

   When she came back, she said, "I put everything away, so we're ready to
leave fast if we have to.  I have no control over who comes here, but I
need other people to finish this, so we're going to have to wait.  It's
like a tree falling in the forest.  Unless there are people around who can
see you, there's no real embarrassment.  Oh, look over there, Ted.  I see
somebody walking this way."

   "Oh no!" said Ted.  "Doreen, help me!  You can't leave me like this."

   "I'd like to help you," said Doreen, "but I'm frozen.  Let me see if I
can get up and go talk to them before they get too close.  I want to make
sure there are no children."

   He watched her as she approached the visitors.  There were three of
them. She talked to them a while, and then they all came toward him.  He
saw she was with three young women, and all of them were striking.  They
were wearing clothes more appropriate for a TV dance competition than a
national park.

   Doreen and the three women sat down by his head.  "These beautiful
ladies are tourists from Hungary, Ted," she said, "and they don't speak a
lot of English.  They asked what we were doing, and I told them that you
liked to be humiliated and abused in front of strangers and that you
enjoyed yelling and pretending you were being forced against your will.

   "I asked them if they ever heard of that in Hungary, and they said, yes,
they make a lot of porno films there with that kind of thing.  I asked them
how they knew, and they admitted that they did a little porno acting to
save money for their trip, but never any humiliation videos, although
they've watched others filming them.

   "I asked them if they would like to help me, and they were kind enough
to say they would love to since this place was so hot and boring.  So I
told them to go ahead, and I would watch and learn from them.

   "The first girl is going to start with a classic, but she said it's
still the most popular.  There, you know it, too.  It's called spanking. 
She said sometimes the film actors use special whips and switches to make
marks all over the body, and she wanted to look around for a stick, but I
told her plain hands would be fine.  Each of them is going to do one round,
spanking you as hard as they can until they're too tired to go on.  You
should see how red your cheeks already are, almost like they're sunburned.
I like the sound of your shrieks.  I don't think you're going to be able to
sit down for a few days after this."

   When the spanking was finished, he felt like the pain was traveling from
his rear all through his body.  "I'll send some pillows to work with you
tomorrow, Ted," she said, "but you're going to have to explain them."

   "The next thing they told me about is something they call CBT.  It
stands for English words, cock and ball torture.  It includes all sorts of
things that are really painful, but they don't have any equipment with
them, so all they are going to do is take turns slapping your penis and
balls as hard as they did your rear.  They're also going to be doing a lot
of pulling of your ball sack away from your body, stretching it until you
think it's going to rip apart and then letting it go and slapping your
balls while they swing like a pinata.  And of course, they'll give your
balls a lot of hard squeezes.  They wanted to take off their shoes and kick
your ass, your penis and your balls, but I won't let them do that."

   The CBT only lasted 10 minutes, but when it was over, Ted was limp and
not responding in any way except for quietly sobbing.

   "We're halfway done, Ted," said Doreen.  "I wish I could stop this, but
I feel like I'm on the outside looking in.  I'm like a statue.  This one
isn't too bad.  It's called milking.  It starts with one of the girls
putting a few fingers inside your rear, like that.  Another one is grabbing
your penis and starting to pump it up and down, but she's holding it tight,
and even with the lube that came out of your ass covering it now, there's a
lot of hard friction and her pumping will be rubbing your penis raw.  The
third girl will be manipulating your testicles almost the way she did for
CBT, but she won't stretch them quite as far or squeeze them quite as hard.

   "The girls told me that you will respond to these stimuli and actually
get aroused, but there will be so much pain that you won't feel much
pleasure.  However, once the fingers inside you reach your prostrate and
start massaging it, it will release your sperm into your penis.

   "There, I see a few drops of come coming out.  Now the girl with her
hand around your penis is putting her thumb and fingers right where the
penis begins and squeezing extra hard while pulling down slowly to your
tip. Just like squeezing a toothpaste tube, it will force all the sperm
that went inside our penis to come out.  That's it, scream, Mr.  Toothpaste
Tube.  She's squeezing you so that it looks like your penis is going to be
ripped off.  I wish you could see the toothpaste ooze out of you!  See, the
whole point is they are in total control, and you give up your sperm
without even having an orgasm because you're in so much pain.  You can
watch it all later, because I've got it all on video."

   "OK, now we're ready for the finale.  Look at the girls now.  They've
come around so you can see them.  See how they're all flush.  I wonder if
it's the heat or they're excited about working with you.  See, they're each
holding up one hand.  This girl is the smallest of the three, and her hand
is small, too.  This hand is a little bigger, and this hand is large for a
woman, almost as big as yours, Ted.

   "Now the small girl is going behind you and putting a couple of fingers
into you.  There, I see you felt the third finger go in.  It's a good thing
you're stuffed full of lube.  Now she's making love to your ass with her
three fingers.  In and out and in and out.  And there goes the fourth.  I
loved the way you tried to move your ass away.  That's it.  Sway that ass.
You know what's coming next.

   "I don't think you felt that as she tucked her thumb behind her cupped
fingers, but now she's making love with all five fingers.  Now she's going
to stop making love and start pushing.  She told me she doesn't need to
push hard, just a little.  If she doesn't let up, she said, your ass
eventually invites her in.  And it didn't take long.  She's in all the way
to the wrist.

   "Now we'll rest for a minute before the final push.  We're going to see
how far her slender arm can go.  There she's started.  Just gently pushing
like before.  She said the lube does most of the work.  There, I see she
slid in a few more inches.  And some more.  Now she's getting close to the
elbow.  It's getting harder.  Bam!  It went right past the elbow and kept
going.

   "Now, she's resting a few seconds and now she's pushing gently again. 
It's going in, in, in, and there, it's all the way to the shoulder.  That
looks amazing.  Wait until you see my video.

   "I don't think the other girls will get that far.  I see you aren't able
to say anything, but I can tell from your noises that you're feeling
special.  Now she's starting to pull out.  She said that's the most painful
of all, and I can see from your twitching face that she's probably right.

   "When she gets to her wrist again, she's going to ball up her hand in a
fist and turn it sideways and pull ever so slowly.  She said the pain is
intense that way, but the big fist looks amazing coming out, and it opens a
huge hole that looks stunning, especially as it slowly gets smaller and
goes back to normal.

   "After she does that, we'll go on to Miss Medium and Miss Large and then
we'll be done.  I wonder if any other tourists will show up before the
girls are finished.  Maybe we can get some other ideas."

   But nobody else showed up.  After all the girls finished fisting him,
they said goodbye to Ted while giggling a lot.  He saw Doreen walk with
them, and they were all talking animatedly.  Then she came back to him and
unlocked the stocks and helped him sit down on the platform while she
pulled on his underwear and pants.

   She supported him when they walked to the car.  Every step he took
caused pain inside his bowels and at his crotch, and his rear cheeks were
burning from the spanking like they were on fire.  They didn't talk on the
way home.  She helped him get into the bathtub, and he soaked in lukewarm
water for a few hours, then went to bed and didn't wake up until 7 o'clock.

   She helped him sit up in bed and brought him dinner on a tray.  He
watched some TV after dinner but fell asleep watching and didn't wake up
until morning.  She wanted him to call in sick, but he said no.  At the
office, he realized that had been a mistake, but he managed to endure the
pain until it was time to go home.

   By the next day, he felt slightly better.  Doreen and he didn't exchange
many words for almost a week.  He was glad, because he didn't know how he
felt, and he was worried he might say the wrong thing.  After a week, she
told him, "Ted, one of these days we have to talk." He waited two more days
and then said he was ready to talk.

   "I don't really have much to explain, Ted," she said.  "I already told
you what I was doing.  I know it was harsh and painful, but I felt it was
necessary.  I'm just hoping it solves the problem, but we won't know until
you're no longer in pain and can go out in public again.

   "One thing I haven't told you is that I tried to make it as realistic as
possible, but it was really a play.  I picked a time when I was sure nobody
would be around, and I hired those three girls from Craig's List.  They are
actually Hungarian porn actresses, but they are working in Los Angeles now.
They had lots of experience, and they promised me that they wouldn't tear
anything or cause permanent damage."

   "That's all I can think of to tell you.  Do you have any questions?"

   He thought a while, and finally he said, "I guess I have one.  Do you
love me at all anymore?"

   "What a question!" she said.  "Of course I love you.  Why do you think I
did this?  I was afraid that eventually your freezing would make me fall
out of love and end our marriage.  This was to save our marriage."

   He didn't respond, and after a few minutes of silence, she got up.

   He thought about leaving her, but decided to make the decision when he
was less angry.  The anger subsided slowly, and after a few months, he knew
he would stay with her.  She never mentioned what she did, and she was as
loving and caring as ever.

   One day, she said she wanted to talk to him about his motivation one
last time if it was all right with him.

   He said it was, and she said, "So far you are batting a thousand, and I
feel that the motivation is working.  But I know nobody's perfect, so I've
figured out some continuing motivation

   "If you do have lapses, we'll be watching the video I made of you with
the three girls on our big flat screen.  I'm hoping that will remotivate
you.

   "I've decided I love you so much that I'm never going to give up on you,
even if you do have a relapse, so I also thought about a worst case
situation.  If you start freezing again all the time, I'll begin scheduling
all of my girlfriends, one by one, to come over and watch the video with
us. After that, I'll start inviting women that you work with in the office.
What do you think of that for continuing motivation?"

   "I think I know a better motivation," he said.  "My motivation is to
never hear you say the word motivation again for the rest of my life."

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