When I was a junior in high school I had a really terrible rope swing accident. While flying through the sky to a safe landing in the water on the golf course in rainy, dark, and damp Kingwood, Texas, (circa 1992) my knees were tightly pressed against my chest as to miss the tree stump jutting out of the water. Sadly, I did not miss that damn thing. Actually, I hit it dead on…and there was a rogue stick attached to it as well. That stick made a hole in my body about 1/4 an inch away from my hoo-ha hole, and that stick went all the way up me. The only thing that prevented it from finding its way out through my back was my backbone.
From this day on, it’s hard for me to sit in a movie theater chair for too long, humid weather causes pain, and there is a minor unsightly scar that wraps around my upper thigh.
Don’t worry – I can still fuck like a champ (for bf of course, it’s makin looooove).
PS, this story is true and I am bored.
GBJ