So this is what I have been reduced to, he thought to himself as he looked through the bars of his cell.
He had been arrested and booked on charges of indecent exposure, flashing a woman in the parking lot of a nearby fancy restaurant.
How else was 21-year-old Scotty Jenkins going to get his kicks, his penis way too large for any woman to try and take him inside her.
He had began flashing girls a few years earlier, none of which gave him the satisfaction he was looking for. They would all just scream and run, calling him names like scumball and pervert, and then running to get help. He was always too quick for the authorities though, always able to run from capture. He had been, after all, a track star in high school.
Those were the days when girls would flock to him - he was so popular with his good grades, his status as an athlete, and his good looks. But God did it hurt him when it was time to have sex, the women he dated would run screaming from his overtly large phallus. It was a frightening thing what he had between his legs, an obscenely huge piece of meat that dangled down almost halfway to his knees. He was still a virgin because of his size, a bitter irony for him to swallow since so many people had often thought bigger meant better. In poor Scotty's case, he was too big for his own good.
But on this day, that was about to change.
He sat staring out through the bars of his cell, just waiting for someone to bail him out. He called one of his friends from his dorm at college, but that buddy of his did not have the necessary large sum of money it would take to get Scotty out of jail.
He wondered how on earth he had been caught flashing - everything went as planned. He walked up alongside an elegantly-dressed woman strolling to her car, pulled down his sweatpants and asked her what she thought of his penis.
She didn't scream like the others - she was actually on the verge of saying something, maybe even complimentary - when the flash of car lights came around the corner and Scotty was forced to dress himself and run for cover.
That woman was awfully beautiful, he thought to himself, her blonde hair accenting the dark blue in her eyes. He saw her long enough to know she had a nice figure underneath the dress she was wearing - her legs stocking-clad and her breasts partially exposed for good reason - they were awfully big and perfectly-pert.
She would have been the perfect woman for Scotty to flash - like he had thought to himself earlier, she was just on the verge of admiring his piece when that damn car came speeding into the parking lot and frightened him away.
Maybe she would have been the one to finally ask for him to masturbate for her. But he would never find out, so it seemed at the moment.
Scotty gave up on steady girlfriends for a while, too sick of getting so involved with a girl just to find out she had to break up with him because, as so many of his ex-girlfriends said, "it's just too big. This just won't work."
Showing a girl up front right away what he had would be a quicker way of finding out if that girl would give him a chance. He thought it was a good idea. He thought that plan would lead to sex, not to jail.
The minutes crawled by now, the young man not even sure what time it was. He was arrested sometime around 11 at night, and it had to be at least 6 or 7 the next morning.
Thinking of that hot woman he had flashed even tempted him to want to masturbate. But doing it in a jail cell would take too much effort in order not to get caught, not to mention the effort of both of his hands due to his size.
Why did women not want to give him a try, he thought to himself. Some of them would let him penetrate them for a few seconds, but then they would say he was hurting them and he had to stop.
Scotty was just too disgusted to think even more about his problem, and he began to doze off. In his semi-sleep he had dream-like images of the woman in the parking lot, her blonde hair blowing through the breeze, her large breasts pushing against her tight dress, her perfume almost as enticing as her looks. But a loud clang suddenly awoke Scotty, the sound of a billy club being knocked against the bars of his cell.
It was an officer, and he told the boy he had been bailed out.
"By who?" asked Scotty, surprised.
"The woman you flashed in the parking lot," said the officer, angered he even had to speak to a man he thought of as a sick pervert. "For some reason, she dropped the charges against you, and wants you released. So I suggest you get the hell out of here before she changes her mind."
Scotty's mind was racing now. What the hell was that woman doing bailing him out? Wasn't she the reason he was in jail? She must have been the one to call the cops, right? Why would she want the charges dropped?
Scotty went out to the lobby to find the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty waiting for him, the same gorgeous woman he had flashed just hours earlier and a woman he thought must have hated his guts.
