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“Come on, come on, come on now, don’t be like that, okay?” Rosanna bit her lip, the lower one, nervously, not seductively at all. No, it wasn’t seductive at all. It was purely nervousness. Could be a little bit of hunger. But definitely no seduction involved. Seduction was out of the question. The only thing remaining in the question was nervousness. And a bit of hunger, probably, not definitely, only probably. Hunger had a low probability, probably around 0.025. The rest, 0.975, was definitely nervousness. Seduction, on the third hand, was only 0.000. So you’ve got it by now, right? She, what’s her name, oh yeah, Rosanna, was being nervous and not seductive when she said, “Come on, come on, come on now, don’t be like that, okay?”

Henry threw himself on her, slobbering lips first.

“The fuck was that?!” Rosanna spat, after punching Henry in the nose.

Henry buckled like a puppet whose strings were just snapped. His head shot back, spraying red droplets of blood in a parabolic curve. He hit the ground, ass first, back second, and head third. His hands shot up to his face and he groaned through them, “ow!”.

“What the hell were you trying?” Rosanna wanted to know. She demanded it. She stomped her foot on the ground and demanded it right now.

“I thought…, ow” Henry said between groans, “you wanted to…, ow”

“I wanted to what? Fuck you?”

“My nose, I think you broke my nose!”

“Good! You deserve it. Jumping at me like that! I’m not some kind of whore, okay?”

“But I’m paying you!” Henry complained.

“So?! That doesn’t make me a whore? Are you calling me a whore?” She grabbed his collar and pulled him up and raised her fist above her head.

“No! No!” Henry said, raising his hands to protect his face from the punch that was being threatened. “I’m not calling you a whore.”

“Good,” Rosanna said and let him go and lowered her fist.

“But I did pay you,” Henry continued despite his fear. It was after all about the money. The facts of the situation were clear. He had met the woman at a street corner. She had asked him if he wanted to have sex. He had asked her how much. She had said $100. He had said too much. She had said she’ll do a blow job for $50. He had asked for a hand job for $20. She had said $25. He had agreed. She had put out her hand. He had given her three $10 bills. She hadn’t returned the balance. Then she had gotten into his car and he had driven her to his motel. There he had taken off his trousers after she had told him to get on with it. She had grabbed his penis and tried to jerk it off. Those were the facts. But if she said she wasn’t a whore, then maybe she wasn’t one. Henry wanted to believe her. He was confused. Not to mention that he was still embarrassed about what had happened after she started jerking him off. “And you did jerk me off,” Henry finished, “Well you tried.”

“So? That doesn’t make me a whore. I was just being nice, okay.”

“Okay! Okay! Fine! I understand. I get it. It’s fine.”

She helped him up off the floor and back on to the edge of the bed. He wiped the blood off his nose with the tissues he had prepared for another bodily fluid which had refused to come out. In fact, the dispensing mechanism had refused to start at all. Instead, another bodily fluid’s dispensing mechanism had begun and tears had rolled down his cheeks.

That’s when Rosanna had tried to be nice and he had mistaken that niceness for love. He always did that. Every time any woman was nice to him, he fell in love with her. But whenever he told the woman this, she stopped being nice to him. Sadly, he still stayed in love with her. He was in love with around 23 women by now. Rosanna was number 24. He wondered about whether or not to tell her. It was an important decision. On the one hand, she had just punched him when he tried to kiss her and that wasn’t a good sign. On the other hand, if he didn’t tell her how he felt, she’d never know. He needed to consider it thoroughly in his head before jumping to any rash decision.

“I’m leaving,” Rosanna said, getting up off the bed.

“I love you!” Henry said getting down on his knee.

“You’re crazy!” Rosanna said and turned to leave.

“Please! Rosanna! I love you!” Henry said now down on both knees, crawling behind her.

She opened the door to leave, a disgusted snarl on her face, and Henry dove at her feet, throwing his arms around her sneakers and torn black stockings.

“Hey! Get off me!” She shouted.

“Please don’t leave me,” Henry said, grabbing on to her feet for his dear life, crying on to her sneakers.

Rosanna had to hold on to the door to maintain her balance as she tried to shout at Henry and then shout for help and then curse at Henry and then curse in general. He kept sobbing at her feet, kissing her shoes, making them wet with his tears and saliva and blood, the wrong type of bodily fluids.

Finally, she managed to free one foot and dragged him out of the room as he hung on to her other foot. She smacked him on the head with her purse but he won’t let go. When she got her other foot free, the sneaker came off in his hands.

“Give me back my shoe!” She said.

Meekly, sobbing, he gave it back to her. She picked it up and ran into the parking lot and out on to the street, not stopping to put her shoe back on till she was out of sight of the motel. The last time she turned around to get a look, Henry was still on his knees outside his room.

“What a loser!” She said as she heaved a sigh of relief.

Henry got off the floor and went back into his room. He washed his face and laid down on the bed. Why did this keep happening to him? Every time he tried to have sex with a woman, he couldn’t even get hard. But now, once the woman had gone, he was as hard as a rock. He didn’t want to, he was so disgusted, but he also knew very well that he was going to, masturbate now, so he reached down and grabbed his dick. He grabbed it as hard as he could. Squeezed it. Pulled at it. He was so angry at himself for being such a pathetic loser. He tugged at his penis as hard as he could. It hurt really bad but felt really good.

Within a few seconds he could feel that he was about to cum. It made him angry. Why couldn’t he do it with Rosanna, the lovely curly haired Rosanna. With her thick eye lashes over blue eyes and thin lips and sharp nose. Such a beautiful woman who he now loved and would love for the rest of his life but she would never think of him more than a loser because of how his penis had betrayed him.

He felt so angry that he tugged at his penis extremely hard and as he came, so did his penis come off his body; ripped apart clean. Blood spurted out of the hole that was now above his ball sack, while his hard penis in his hand still squeezed out cum.

“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!” he screamed. “What the fuck! What the fuck!”

The penis in his hand throbbed and kept cumming.

“What the fuck!”

The blood now rushed out of his body like a faucet.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!” he shouted.

His head felt light. His body felt light. He felt like he was floating. Heat rushed to the dick still in his hand. A cold heat ran to his cheeks. His breathing was as calm as fuck.

The throbbing penis began thrashing in his hand. It was slippery and fell out. It started crawling on the floor like an earthworm. A thick, pink, slimy earthworm.

He tried to stop the outflow of blood from the hole above his ball sack as best as he could but it felt like a pressurized pipe had burst and blood rained in every direction around the room. All the moldy musty yellow walls were now red. The stained white sheet of the bed was also red. The floor was covered in red.

His penis kept crawling away from him, towards the bathroom, leaving a streak of white tiles behind on the blood covered floor.

Henry couldn’t stop the blood flow but he wanted to see where his penis was going. So he got up and followed, almost slipping on the bloody floor.

The penis went into the bathroom and crawled towards the toilet. Henry was intrigued. His brain was full of a million thoughts, all of which were, “What the fuck?”

The penis stood up on to its base. It crouched down like a spring and then jumped up and into the bowl.

“No!!!” Henry screamed as he rushed into the bathroom to stop his penis from getting away. He slipped on the bathroom floor and crashed his head against the toilet seat. Blood now gushed out of his head as well. He managed to grab on to the toilet seat and raise himself up.

“No, please! Don’t leave me!” He cried as he raised himself up to see where his penis was going.

He saw that it was trying to escape down the toilet drain. He thrust his hand into the toilet and tried to grab the penis. It was too slippery to grab but he tried his best. He couldn’t let his penis leave him.

Finally he was able to grab it but when he pulled it out, it wasn’t his penis. It was a thick long piece of turd.

“No!!!” He screamed as his penis swam away.

“Wait a minute,” Henry said, “I haven’t yet taken a shit in this room. I only checked in a few hours ago. So where did this turd come from? I’ve got to talk to the manager about this! This is unacceptable!”