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I got myself a stick from the backyard and whittled it into a smoother rod. I used an extra fine emery cloth on it and smoothed it out so very velvety and perfect. Then I took my right hand, while holding it with my left hand, and moved the right hand up and down an eight inch section of this stick.
I kept on up-jacking the stick, thinking “I love this fine stick, I wonder if my girlfriend wants to play with it also.”
Just then Janet, my girlfriend, came walking up and she said “Ohhhh, baby, I like that backyard stick. Why don’t you bring it in the back door and we can move it around inside the house?” Janet was pretty much straight and like a stick too. She wore tight jeans and a Detroit Tigers T-shirt. I saw her playing with a hot dog once.
The stick was very long and so Janet had to help me get it inside the back door. She bent over to allow the stick to come in all the way. The stick pushed toward the inside and felt resistance but then POP! the stick slid right in the door.
“I love your handsome stick so much,” 14 year old Janet sighed, "Get a big tree log next time so I can feel it and play with it, OK!"
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