Fixing a Problem
Stan’s leg pumped up and down and his eyes flittered about the room.
“Will you relax? This isn’t all that bad. It’s far more dangerous for women, you know.”
Stan glanced at his wife. It didn’t matter if that was true, he hated the argument. “Oh? So the idea of someone coming at your privates with a needle wouldn’t cause images of burying the needled in the doctor’s eye?”
She patted his leg. “Oh, it’s not that bad. Besides, do you really want a fifth child?”
“I could wear a condom.”
“We tried that before the last three. Snip. Snip.”