Imagine how her husband must feel. Astronaut Lisa Nowak drove for twelve hours straight, her mind fixed on one thing. Another woman was after her man, a man who was not her husband. Surely William Oefelein has a cock of gold, to warrant such obsession.
Lisa Nowak got in her car, loaded up with all the paraphernalia that one might require to scare off a rival. Now, to get from Houston to Orlando, a sensible woman might take a plane, but not our Lisa. She wanted to meet the plane that Colleen Shipman was on, and not to welcome the woman to Orlando, Florida.
And there's the husband, back home in Houston. Everyone is snickering behind his back, and the lads at the gym are the worst. Couldn't get the job done, and that's obvious to all. The little woman had to look elsewhere for gratification of her lusts. Had to drive nine hundred miles to protect the prick that she coveted with all her heart and soul. Sure he might be a good provider, minding the little ones while Mummy piloted the space shuttle. Not every man is so understanding about the business trips out of town, with a schedule of play dates and nursery school theatricals left behind for Daddy to manage. Still and all, well, there was a wee bit lacking in the bedroom, eh?
What of the object of desire that two women wanted? What of the man with a cock of gold, a miraculous tool that drove Lisa Nowak wild? Top gun pilot, they say, and you can bet that he's strutting his stuff around town. Now there's a real man, the lads will say. Can you imagine what he's got in his pants, to cause a wife to break up her home and family? To commit a crime to get that glittering organ into her bed?
Don't the ladies always tell us that size doesn't matter? This Lisa Nowak story puts a lie to that entire notion, and the makers of Enzyte can expect a sudden influx of customers. Wonder if the Cialis people have called Mr. Oefelein yet?
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