Still, my average everyday cock was nice enough, I supposed. Flaccid it wasn’t much to speak of, but when it was pointing due north and quivering in anticipation, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and maybe drooling a little bit, it was impressive enough. Or I could safely assume so, since no one had laughed in its little purple face yet. Lately, of course, no one had been in its face at all. And wasn’t that depressing.