By EgmontOriginals ©
It would be unfair to label Jack Edgewood an insensitive man. He really wasn't the pathological seducer of women as alleged by some ruffled females left in his wake.
If any woman ripe for the plucking placed herself in front or even at the side of Jack, he simply banged her as many times and in as many ways as she preferred... within reason.
Many guys would be envious of Jack's high strike rate without being aware of the downsides. It can be very expensive seducing up to five different women a week during summer as they invariably required to be taken somewhere first to be fed, sometimes lavishly.
A coke and pizza was sufficient for some but other women were money-grubbers and failed to pay for the meal in acknowledgement Jack was providing them without charge a service they couldn't go without for long without becoming prematurely old and wrinkly.
Sex, as everyone knows, lubricates the body and refreshes the mind.
Interacting sexually with so many women left Jack unpopular with some of them so repeat visits were often unlikely and made it almost impossible to keep friends because those he fucked tended to feel discarded.
Peak activity also left him perpetually tired. He couldn't get out at lot to enjoy summer and in winter when the sex drive of women dipped somewhat and he might slump to as few as two strikes a week. Some of his lucky satisfied women would insist on Jack taking them home and that meant at times he had to cope with ice, snow floodwaters, high winds and even electrical storms.
Eventually, even Jack was hit by lack of knowledge when afflicted by the worst downside of all (well perhaps on a par of having an irate husband pointing a shotgun at Jack's dick).
He'd recently turned thirty-five and one winter's morn with a howling wind-drive storm coming in off the sea, Jack awoke alone in his bed and shuddered in horror.
His customary proud and warm morning erection lay flaccid and telegraphing the impression it was lifeless.
Jack broke into a sweat despite the chilly air and thought perhaps he was sick but no obvious symptoms were evident.
A morning erection of course is a beautiful sight for most men; it signals all's right with the world and they reach to handled it in an intimate relationship unless beside them is a female licking her lips before engaging as all women are naturally programmed to do (whether they know than or not).
Some guys quite seriously regarded their morning erection as the Ninth Wonder of the Modern World while insatiable women might even believe it rates as equal second place of the nine wonders.
"Come on pal," Jack urging, worry lines appearing on his forehead and he flicked his blond fringe impatiently attempting to encourage his dick to rise majestically.
"Come on up, up and away."
It lay unmoved, as flaccid as an unappetizing piece of anemic meat.
"Come on pal please. I'll vary your diet say with a young dancing lass from Ireland or a Jamaican mamma here on tourism promotion with thick juicy lips and incredible suction."
Nothing... it lay motionless like a beached whale er large herring.
Then the horrible truth struck.
Jack knew he'd either used his allotted fucks for his lifetime or he was suffering overuse syndrome.
Jack attempted to get an appointment with a healthcare provider at the big clinic he usually went to. It was four days before he managed to get an appointment with a male doctor.
In typical fashion the physician conducted the process step-by-step because that meant more visit and therefore more fees.
First the medic identified the affliction as male erectile dysfunction (ED).
Then followed the questionnaire with discussion on the responses sending more clicks at one minute intervals to the medic's time clock.
The physician said he found it difficult to believe that any guy other than a male prostitute could have so much sex as Jack claimed he had in an average week.
Clearly Jack was deemed to be an irresponsible liar.
Session two was used to outline the possible causes and possible risks and Jack went home from that in rather a daze. He couldn't believe he was facing such hazards simply by fucking women who wished to be fucked. God he'd been so ignorant, until now he'd conserved irate partners with knives, axes or shotguns or STDs were the only hazards.
Session three covered possible emotional trauma. Jack confessed he didn't get emotional with women and the physician shook his head sadly.
The next few sessions dealt with verbal probes about such things as stress, depression and tests for such things as atherosclerosis, high blood pressure, high cholesterol and incredibly, multiple sclerosis and Alzheimer's disease.
This was making Jack very, very nervous.
On the next session when discussing possibly treatments the physician scratched his own groin and said it may be necessary to implant into Jack an inflatable prosthesis into the penis.
Jack fled the clinic and disappeared on vacation to try to recover from the stress, depression and huge dent in his confidence that idiotic doctor had given him.
Jack worked as a researcher on the migratory job habits of females within the workforce and being employed by the government meant he could take leave any time he wished. However his salary would not be paid after the first week away and he could not be away for more than three months if he wished his job to be kept open for him.
Of course if he lost his job he could apply for another position on promotion because that's how government employment operates.
Ireland was Jack's first choice of destination but then he remembered that like Spain, France and Italy, women in Ireland tended to fuck anything that moved and in his present condition with ED that would be a huge embarrassment for him and some of those frustrated fiery Irish bitches would beat him up if he went there and frustrated them.
He said to his travel agent, "Melba can you send me to an uninhabited island."
"Sorry, with no Customs and Immigration facilities those places are a no-go," said the forty-year old.
"Well what about some isolated place where no women would bother me."
"What about an island not too remote from Tahiti?"
"What about it?"
"My sister runs a guest house there for people recovered from alcohol addiction who wish to have peace and quiet away from the sanitariums that reputably fail to treat the root to ensure their stream of fees remains pumped to maximum."
Jack said to the travel agent, "So the inhabitants are not running around with the DTs?"
"Not at all, not all of them."
"Eh?"
She said hastily those afflicted people are even offered alcohol but inevitably decline it."
"How much does the accommodation cost?"
"Glenda charges $150 American per night, all found, so only wealthy ex-drunks lay on the beaches in front of the guesthouse that is located up a high slope where it is cooler at nights. Also it is well above the accepted level to be out of reach of any tsunami."
"Okay, ticket me and book me in at the resort for thirty nights."
"Certainly."
"What's your sister like?"
"A little like me."
That told him little of value.
