You are a little uncomfortable.

“You know, it’s really hard to drive with an erection.” you say, shaking the thought from your mind to calm down your nine-inch monster.

“Sorry, Vic old boy.” Dak says. “I keep forgetting how much blood that new tool of yours diverts away from your brain. Speaking of which, you should probably get someone else pregnant pretty soon. I realize you don’t have any control over it, but try for a boy this time. Girls are so limited in how many offspring they can bear at a time.”

“I will...consider your proposal.”You reply, rolling your eyes.

“Alright, I know, I’m sorry, alright?” Dak manages to say around a laugh. “I shouldn’t be so chauvinistic. Like I said before...”

“I need to breed like there is no tomorrow, I know".” You reply. “Uh-oh. Looks like you messed me up after all. Make yourself scarce while I ditch Dudley Dorite, okay?” Dak’s image disappears without preliminaries. Free to concentrate once more, You veer to the right and make the policeman behind you think he had been following the red convertible in front of him. “I should pay more attention to my speedometer.” you mutter.

“And I shouldn’t distract you while you’re driving.” Dak’s voice says. “I’ll call you back when you get home. You will have to pack, after all.” You slow down to thirty-five, well within the posted speed limit of forty. You recall memories of your intercourse with Kim to your mind to cheer yourself up. It works so well that you are feeling courteous enough to allow an old lady to merge into your lane when she gets stuck behind a truck waiting for a left-hand turn. You sense righteous wrath to the southeast and make a right, then another right, then another and slam the gas to peel through a yellow light on your way to investigate. Down three blocks and over two, you find a little girl surrounded by four guys in suits. You peel into the parking lot, aiming for the nearest suit, but succeeded only in scattering them. You turn around, grab the girl and peel out as the guys in suits shoot at you. You toss the girl into the passenger seat and tell her to buckle up as you pull into an open garage and close the door. Using your mental powers to make them not notice your incoming skid marks, you wait, tire-iron in hand, until your sensed them pass in their vehicle and make a turn around the block. You reopen the garage door and climb back into the car, backing out and heading for your place.