Well, if ya really wanna know.......
I was a 14 yr old horny bag of hormones that enjoyed the 'pleasures of the palm... Shaking hot white coconuts from the veiny love tree, owninism. or whatever else you wanna call it.
As most teenagers can have, I got 'panic attacks', especially before giving my first ever 4th talk. Well this particular Thursday, I had my first 4th talk, and had a panic attack. Now, they can affect you in different ways... and during that tender age, my nerves happened to give me a stiffy that kinda resembled the Eiffel Tower ( when in perspective, yer thumb could actually be bigger than the Eiffel Tower! *big sigh!* )
Anyway (you know where this is leading, don't ya) I decided to nip to the water closet to relieve my aching swelling (which now was starting to resemble the Empire State Building), and soothe my fraught nerves into the bargain....
AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
I haven't had sex that good since a pick pocket accidentally gave me a w*nk in Asda!!!!!!
Needless to say, after the event I had the guilt feelings of someone who thought he was the only pervert who practiced this heinous crime, and eventually confessed to an elder.. LT's Uncle as it happens....
This was pretty much the dialogue form the counsel ....
"Erm, *cough* ahem, err, masturbation is baaad, mmkay.. erm... you shouldn't *cough* erm, **blush** erm, mast... erm, masterb, erm, you know, do THAT in the Kingdom Hall. Lets say a prayer....."
Whew!! I'm glad that's over.... I can now die with a clean conscience!!!!
nb, If you were behind me, desperate for the loo that night, I'd like to apologise for the wait.....!