You plan ahead.

After you leave Bob's house, you head down to the local strip mall. You know what you're after, and as you buy each thing, you tick it off the mental list, as you go from store to store, picking out the things you want.

As you're ringing up a few things at the Goodwill, the cashier asks if you're alright. "Fine," you reply curtly. You've got a big day tomorrow, and you can barely walk, you're so hard in anticipation. Butterflys are doing the tango in your stomach, and you're a nice shade of crimson when the cashier eyes the things you're buying, then shrugs to herself. It wasn't any of her business anyways.

After everything is said and done, you consider yourself prepared. You jack off three times that night, unable to stay soft with what you know is coming the following day.