She shook Her head and shrugged Her shoulders: “I’m not sure if you’ve got the balls for this job.” My heart stopped beating for a second, but I was quick to reply: “I’ve got concrete balls, you can build a theme park on them. Believe me; I’m the right man for this job.” She sighed and got up from behind Her desk. So I got up as well, thinking it was all over. I reached out my hand to shake Hers, but She grabbed me by the balls and squeezed. I screamed like a Wiener Sängerknaben and danced up and down in pain. She let go of my balls and pushed me against the wall. “Spread ’em!” I was only halfway the spreading business when the first kick came in with a vengeance. I staggered through the room like a knocked-up boxer, but a second kick was already on its way. Smack dab in the middle! I howled like a wolf and a third devastating kick sent me flying across the room. I crashed down on the floor at Her feet. She looked down on me with contempt: “What did I tell you? No balls.”
We stood outside the terminal. In less than two hours time I would be high above the clouds and on my way back home. I had such a wonderful time and my head was still spinning of happiness. So much so that I didn’t hear Her question. She grabbed me by the balls and squeezed them hard. That got my intention! Her grip tightened and She twisted my marbles with brutal force. I screamed like a castrate with a dildo op its ass and bounced up and down like a skippy-ball. Her face was close to mine and Her eyes and angry voice lashed out at me. She walked up and down in front of the terminal for quite some time and I bowlegged behind Her. It was – in every meaning of the word – a painful goodbye. During the flight the stewardess asked me if I wanted some freshly squeezed orange-juice. I shivered all over.