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toilets, at the back of movie theatres, in elevators even. On good days he was
known to get it up numerous times whilst on bad days only once. Still it was an
improvement from his last relationship with Minroe who insisted on scheduling
the act in between facials and personal training appointments. The excitement
of having somebody new to love and caress had released all of Markie’s
inhibitions. As far as Serena knew he could’ve been Casanova in a previous
lifetime and not a dork with a chastity belt strapped on. 
                As for Serena,
well on the outside she looked like Marie Antoinette.  Let them eat cake was her attitude. Passionate, beautiful and incredibly unjaded were three good
adjectives to describe her. She had thought she could change the world back
then. Hell the silly thing still thought she could.  It was funny because
Markie hadn’t thought he was one to judge yet when Serena confided how many
lovers she’d had it had jolted him to the moon. Anyone else and he would’ve
walked straight out the door; he was that kind of traditional boy. But it was
Serena so he stayed.
    It still
didn’t stop the truth from biting him to the bone. One could pretend that stuff
didn’t matter for the first few years but eventually it got to a person. Now,
five years later, his ‘manhood’ was a useless piece of crap around Serena -
without aid that is. Maybe it was the Intimidation. She’s seen another
eleven of these , a voice would whisper in his ear and a minute later his thing
would go limp. How do you know the others weren’t thicker, longer, bigger,
better? Sure, Serena insisted he was by far the best but she also told his
mom she loved her soufflé when really it made her dry-retch.
                It had
come to a point where eventually Markie decided this couldn’t go on. Sure he
loved his girlfriend, but that didn’t change the fact she’d been around the
block a few times. In an ideal world, Serena would’ve been a virgin when they
met. Yeah I know, unrealistic in this day and age but that didn’t stop a man
from dreaming. Next time he would check in sooner with the girl, not three
months later.
                But there
isn’t going to be next time, Markie cringed. Damn it, it was too late; he loved
Serena. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman, apart from that one fatal
flaw. And it wasn’t her fault he couldn’t deal with that crap, that he’d been
ambushed into long-term relationships beforehand with two highbrow princesses.
Had he been a real man Markie would’ve left the earlier girlfriends as soon as
he’d realized they were wrong for him rather than endure it out of the goodness
of his heart. No, it was definitely not Serena’s fault; it was his for being
the perennial good guy all that time. But what could he do? He couldn’t turn
back time; he simply had to pay the price.
    This
three-month trial would be like checking into rehab. As soon as he had finished
dealing with all his issues, lifted his score to a respectable level and gotten
his manhood back into working order, he’d be ready to return and not a minute
sooner. God knows Markie hoped it wouldn’t change a thing between him and
Serena but even if it did, it was a risk he had to take…
     
     
    Markie thought seeing
Rick would do him the world of good but he couldn’t have been further from the
truth.
    “You’ve
arranged for me what?” exclaimed Markie.
                This had
to be some kind of joke. All day at work Rick had been Mr. Elusive talking
about some big surprise he had planned. Markie had thought, maybe rather
naively, that it was a drink fest, another big piss-up with the boys at the
local pub. From there they could watch the football game he was dying to see,
have a few smoke-accompanying beers and feel safe with the certainty that they
were far, far away from the grasp of any nagging woman.
    “Come on,
admit it, it’s something you’ve always wanted to