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You wait at Liam’s front door, wondering why you’re there. The phone call had been cryptic, to say the least. All you know is that your buddy needs you for some kind of favor. You protested that it was late, but he said it would be worth your while, so now here you are.

He opens the door, looking nervous. “Hey Anthony, thanks for coming.”

“No problem,” you reply, stepping inside. “Happy to help out.”

“Um, yeah, thanks for coming,” he says, forgetting that he’s thanked you already. He seems very distracted.

“You okay?” you ask, suddenly concerned for your friend. “Is something wrong?”

“Nah, nothing like that,” he reassures you as you make your way down to the living room. “Want a beer?”

“Sure,” you reply, crashing on the couch.

Liam returns with two beers and you clink them together. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

“So where’s Avina tonight?” you ask in what you hope is an off-hand manner. One of the reasons you agreed to come out at this late hour was the chance of seeing her. You really like Liam’s girlfriend. Really, really, like her.

Liam coughs. “Uh, she’s here. In the shower at the moment.”

“Uh huh,” you reply casually, picturing her naked and wet, wishing you could be her loofah.

“She’s kind of why I asked you here,” he continues, avoiding your gaze for some reason. “We need something. I just hope, uh, that it isn’t going to be too much to ask…”

You sigh. “We’re moving fucking furniture again, aren’t we? You know, it’s a lot easier if she empties her crap out of it first — you’ve told her that, right?”

Liam takes a big swig of beer. “Nah, it’s nothing like that. Look, if I tell you something, will you keep it a secret?”

“Sure,” you agree, intrigued.

“Okay. Look, this is hard for me to say, but I trust you Anthony, okay? I trust you.” He pauses, then continues. “I can trust you, right?”

“Duuude,” you reply, your tone implying that he is silly to ask.

That seems to satisfy him. “Okay. The thing is… uh… you probably won’t believe this, but, I.. uh… I’m not that great in bed, to be honest.”

You were about to take another swig of beer, but you freeze, the bottle half lifted to your face. “Er… what?”

“I’m shit in bed, man. Can’t keep it up,” he continues, staring at the floor.

“You can’t keep it up? With Avina?” you say incredulously.

“Yeah. It’s getting bad, Anthony. Everything else is great, but I just can’t satisfy her in bed. I think she’s going to leave me,” says Liam sadly.

Your heart goes out to him. “That sucks, man.”

“I dunno what the problem is,” he continues. She’s hot, right?“

You think, all things considered, that it’s safe to agree. “Yeah, she’s pretty hot.”

“I just don’t understand. Premature ejaculation — you could understand that, right? Because she’s so hot…”

“Yeah…”

“It was good at the start, but I just can’t get it up any more. She’s definitely going to leave me.”

Your heart bleeds for him. To have a girlfriend as sexy as Avina, and be unable to take advantage. It must really suck.

“Have you seen anyone about this?” you ask. “Perhaps if you saw a therapist, they could work out what’s going on with you…”

Liam shakes his head and comprehensively shuts you down. “I did that. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, well, there’s other things you can do to satisfy her. You know… like oral sex…”

He flinches. “Ugh, no thanks!”

You look at him disbelievingly. “Not even to save your relationship…”