too close The acupuncture treatment I received last week was, thankfully, the first that required no yanking down of the undies so I was hopeful going into yesterdays session. Lying on my stomach as, needles are mapped out over my back, I was pleased to find the Jockeys still in place at the conclusion.
"Roll onto your back."
"Okey doke."
"Move your underwear down."
"Aww, crap."
Indeed. I've mentioned some of the pain I've felt before, but I don't even remember that now. Two needles that close to the Heffalump, and the unique brand of pain generated when they're manipulated... Marmaduke! That smarts!
My celibacy is no longer a choice I make. My handsome lad has been frightened into permanent mellow.
Poor little guy.  ¶ 7:58 a.m.