Howard felt sick at heart. His mouth was filled with the metallic bitter copper taste of fear. He was trapped, he needed to get off the merry-go-round immediately! He needed to run away, to escape this damn contraption! His stomach heaved a few times and Howard swallowed convulsively. Sweat was running in rivers down his back. Once it reached the upper portion of his tush, it was channeled into the crevasse between the cheeks of his bottom and pooled coldly on the back of his balls. Unknown to Howard, the coldness he felt in his nether regions was caused by his body’s automatic reaction to his panic attack; his scrotum had shriveled and drawn his testicles close to his body protectively while it drained the blood out of his sensitive tissues for the exclusive use of his muscles in the event of an emergency.
Who Wears the Pants Scene 140
