He thinks about it for a moment, and then decides.

    "OK," he says.  "Here's how it's gonna be."

    "I'm listening," you say.

    "We'll take turns.  First I kick you in the sack.  Then you kick me in the sack, and we proceed like that.  Last man standing gets my place in line."

    "That fool," you think to yourself.  "Nobody's been kicked in the crotch so many times as I, Bradford Powell, Jr.  Surely I will outlast him with ease."

    "You're on!" you tell him confidently.

    "OK," says Merv.  "When you're ready, just spread your legs apart."

    "Right," you say.  You stand there in the small front yard of Sandy's house and splay your legs wide.

    You take a deep breath.

    "OK, ready."

    Merv nods, then backs way up.

    "Here goes nothing," says Merv.

    He takes a running start, and then swings his foot up like a field goal kicker and boots your sack with all he's got.

    The force lifts you a good foot and a half off the ground, and you land flat on your ass in the driveway.  You get the wind totally knocked out of you, and your whole crotchal area throbs with pain.

    Even for a man who's seen way more than his share of boots to the sack in his day, there's no denying that this was indeed a powerful kick.

    Merv walks over and gives you a hand getting back on your feet.

    You take a few minutes to catch your breath and let the pain die down just a little.

    Finally you compose yourself enough to speak.

    "All right," you say to Merv.  "Now... now it's my turn.  Heh heh heh."

    You laugh evilly.

    "Oh," says Merv.  "Actually, I told Buddy I'd meet him up at the store around now.  You can go ahead and take my place."

    Merv walks off up the street.

    You stand there staring in disbelief, and then decide to sit down again.

    You rest against the side of Sandy's house.

    A few minutes later Milton walks out the front door.

    He looks over at you.

    "Next!" he shouts.  He giggles, then walks off.

    You groan.

    About two hours later you stand up and stretch.

    Most of the throbbing pain is behind you, and it'll just be a day or so of soreness now.

    You walk into Sandy's house and make your way to bedroom.  Sandy is there asleep on the bed.

    You lie down on the bed next to her and fall asleep.