The Hand Job

by Rip Peterson

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“God, you wouldn’t be saying that if you saw my body,” she retorted cruelly.

I stared at her blankly. I didn’t know what to say. I kind of felt used. And betrayed but mostly used. I loved this woman. I would have done anything for her. And now that she jacked me off enough to look like an 18-year-old, she was ending things.

“Goodbye,” she said as she walked out of the door.

After she left, I checked the drawers. She left all of her old clothes, she was probably going to need to buy a new wardrobe now that she was down a few sizes.

I sighed and went back to playing Candy Crush or whatever game was popular at the time.

And I did test it out after finding out about my ‘power.’ Masturbating myself does not rejuvenate me like it did for my wife or any of her friends.

And yes, I did have to be scientific about it too. Ingesting it doesn’t work. At least not on me.