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high school when I was on the track team, carbo-loading for a race. Katie nibbled on my fries and took sips from my shake.
    â€œI did feed you breakfast,” Candy said, staring at my plate.
    â€œMy meeting with Jimmy V didn’t go so well. I guess I’m a nervous eater.”
    â€œYou never were before.”
    â€œI never really had much to be nervous about I guess.”
    The truth was, for the first time in my life, there wasn’t a nervous cell in my body. When I changed clothes back home, the throbbing heat had bled from my body, but I was still hyper-charged.
    Because of all the unrest in the town, we were the only people in the diner. Candy was uneasy, but I was hungry.
    â€œMommy, I’m tired,” Katie said, leaning her head back against the vinyl booth.
    I was just sucking up the dregs of my milkshake. “Okay, let’s get you home for a nap,” I said, tucking thirty bucks under the salt shaker.
    The drive down Main Street was eerie. It was the middle of the day and there wasn’t a soul on the streets. I noticed that even half the stores were closed. People were scared. Others angry. And still others, grieving.
    Candy put Katie to bed while I went to the kitchen looking for cookies.
    â€œI will not endure a fat, unemployed husband,” my beautiful wife said when she walked into the kitchen.
    â€œOne day of being a pig will not make me fat. Besides, I think I lost my appetite…for food.”
    I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. We kissed, long and hard. “You should have more bad meetings,” she said, rubbing my cock outside my jeans. I undid her bra and pulled her shirt over her head, sucking her thick nipples. My hand felt the heat of her sex, caressing her.
    The buttons of her jeans popped off, clattering on the linoleum floor. I tugged her pants off and lay her on the kitchen table.
    She held my head for a moment and said, “What if Katie wakes up?”
    â€œThen we’ll have gotten the whole ‘getting caught by our child’ trauma out of the way.”
    Before she could offer a counter argument, I wrapped my mouth around her pussy, pushing my tongue inside her. She moaned, locking my head between her thighs. Slickening two fingers in her yearning muff, I gently inserted them in her ass. She nearly bucked off the table. Candy came in my mouth. I greedily drank her in.
    Her cheeks bloomed as she pushed herself from the table. “Your turn,” she said with a wicked smile.
    I jumped out of my jeans, briefly looking down at my thigh to make sure it was still all right. It was then I noticed my flaccid cock. How was that possible? Just thinking of sex with Candy got me rock hard—every time.
    â€œHope you didn’t wear yourself out after that big meal,” Candy said, caressing it in her hand. “I know how to wake him up.”
    She took it in her mouth, all the way to my balls, which she cupped with one hand. The vibration of her moaning on my member should have been enough to send me skyrocketing.
    Bu the more she did, the softer I became.
    â€œHoney, I don’t know why, but – “
    â€œWe can try again later,” Candy said. “You’re under a lot of stress. It’s totally understandable.”
    I smiled down at her, but I felt like screaming. This didn’t happen to me! How could I feel so alive and be so dead down there? It didn’t make any sense. Candy’s silky, naked curves were inviting me to explore every inch and I couldn’t even grow a damn centimeter.
    â€œWhat’s more important is that I made you feel good,” I said, attempting to recover any sense of manhood I had left.
    She rubbed her inner thigh. “That you did. Wow.”
    We dressed, somewhat awkwardly, and settled onto the couch, falling asleep to the news. I thought I heard something about another Ebola outbreak in Africa as I drifted off.
    Screw Ebola. Who cared about