Dick

"Ah' you alrigh' mister?" Despite your abysmal lack of interest, you look up to see a blonde, pig-tailed woman, wearing bright-red lipstick, a red and white plaid shirt knotted between her breasts (showing off her long, tan stomach), and a pair of short jean shorts. Perhaps when you were younger and less jaded to the world, drool would've escaped your mouth while a slight hard-on helped fill your mind with pleasure. Sadly, those days are gone, and now you are only filled with regret for looking upon her in the first place, wondering if she would've left you alone had she thought you were dead.

She hoists your arm up onto her shoulder, easily carrying your frail frame into the passenger side of her truck. Likewise, the young woman gets in the driver side and accelerates forward. "Ya know, it's a good thang I found ya here. Idda be a real shame to let THIS thing go ta waste..." She smiles and grabs hold of your dick, slowly stroking it up and down. It stiffens, but only involuntarily. Your natural body functions betray your unenthused perception of the situation. She brings her head down and bobs it along your shaft. Erotic motions are probably being employed, but, just like your cold heart, you can't feel anything in particular.