Fawn sizes him up

"Ah, Gunnar," Fawn continued, "I don't want you to be alarmed, but ... it looks like you have the largest human penis on Earth. It's not even a contest, it's in a whole other size class by itself."

"The biggest? I find that hard to believe."

"I'm sure it was caused by your RAIP condition. Believe me, I have familiarized myself with a lot of very large penises, and I know all the folklore: John Holmes, Dick Rambone the Destroyer, that performer called Superman in Cuba during the Fifties, along with out and out fakes like Long Dan Silver, not to mention figures like Porfirio Rubirosa, Grigory Rasputin, and that whole silliness over John Dillinger caused by one photograph. Believe me, Gunnar, it is the biggest."

"Is thatr bad?" he kept wondering.

"Oh, not at all, no, it's just ... special! May I ... examine you?"

Gunnar held his breath as Fawn slid her fingers under and around his most intimate bodily property.

"Oh, Gawd, it's all so heavy!" she breathed. "The balls are like weights, and the shaft, it's like a cable of lead! And look, my hands can't get around its girth! I'm afraid there's something I have to tell you. There's no way you're ever going to get this inside most women."

"But I like being inside a woman."

"Oh, I'm sure you do -- but most women just aren't going to be able to fit you!"