Sex must become Gunnar's top priority

"Ideally," said Fawn, "people are free to care about love first and their sexual compatibility second -- however, seing as you have the world's largest penis, I'm afraid that your relations will have to be based first on sexual compatibility, and then only with that out of the way will you be able to focus on love."

It seemed to Gunnar that Fawn was herself awfully focused -- on his penis. "What about reduction surgery?"

"Aha -- oh, no, I really wouldn't recommend that at all, no, it's simply a matter of finding the ... right women!"

"Who would those women be?"

"It may help to see women who have already had children. They may be better able to, ah ... accommodate you."

It was vaguely intriguing, in a MILF fantasy way, but Gunnar wasn't so sure. "Is that all? Anyone else?"

"Mmmmm! Well ... there are women who are really into size ... so much so that they use various props and devices, dildoes and such. In fact, I, uh ... happen to know how to get you in touch with such women."

"They'd really be into me?"

"Fuck, yeah! I mean -- yes, I'm certain. In fact, if you don't mind ... I could take pictures of you, for them to look at."

Gunnar worried a little about the specific kinds of women he might be getting involved with, in such a blind and blatantly sexual way -- but then, he didn't see much of an alternative. Too, he was impressed by Fawn Johnson's tremendous dedication to his problem. "If you think it will help -- sure."

Gunnar was intrigued as Fawn got a digital camera out of her purse, and even more as she fished out a basic foot ruler. She instructed him to hold it in various poses for purposes of scale. "You're going to be a hit!" she breathed as she clicked away.