You're just jealous because I have these beautiful new bionic testicles, and you don't.
Although, I must say, you could have been a little less critical and at least given me a little nod of thanks...I mean, I did save the whole f*cking website from death last night...sheesh, some people are so ungrateful!
A2K opens her eyes--at least she believes that is what she is doing. It is all so confusing, this death stuff. She thinks, I love you, Kicky, I've always loved you...Kicky...
Then there is nothing. Only white. The blinding whiteness is dazzling, the light...it is blinding me...And then Kicky is there...she sees his visage floating, floating in the white...but the image is faint, transparent, like the sun seen through a feather, and she is that feather and that light, A2K is that feather in flight...flight into the ultimate...beyond, the ultimate nothing, the ultimate...white...this is my death...she thinks, ...oh, it hurts please make it stop it hurts the light it hurts...and in one last flicker of thought before her final breath is expelled, she thinks...I always wanted to make love to Kicky....I wanted to f*ck Kicky into submission, and I wanted him to boff me into oblivion...In fact, I really think it might help me get better if only Kicky would service me until that humongous pecker of his hangs its head in submission after being driven hard and ridden home wet...yes, I think that might be the one thing that just might save...me............might.......revive.......
and the silence is brilliant as the blinding whiteness of death
After a moment that was either a nano-second or a million years long, A2K once again opened her eyes. Kicky stood over her in the cold, quiet light of a hospital room, a leg on either side of her head. His jumbo-sized genitals dangled above her. She looked up. He looked down. She tasted something salty in the back of her throat. "A2K? A2K! You're back! Oh thank god! It worked!" he said, as his balls hung, indifferent to the very miracle that they had just performed. Sure, Kicky's penis and tongue and the rest of his body had played an important role, but if it weren't for his brand new bionic testicles, none of this would have been possible. His bionic testicles had saved them all.
I KNEW that somehow bionic parts would be the answer. Quack doctors wouldn't listen. Pricks.
Kicky's face was red from exertion. He jumped off the hospital bed, naked and shiny with sweat. "Whew, that was close. You can thank your lucky stars for the healing power in my brand new bionic testicles," he said as he wiped his penis on his sock and began to get dressed. He put on his socks, not minding that one of them was a little gooey, "Whew, baby, I thought we'd lost you there for a while." He finished getting dressed in silence as she looked around in wonder and amazement. Was she really still alive?
Kicky finished putting on his shoes and was now once again looking in her direction. He smiled at her and said, "Glad to have you back, A2K. Now, don't go scaring me like that again. See ya around, you sexy, sexy beast." And then he winked, turned, and walked away without a second glance.
