OPERATION

………………………………..there is no truth in fiction, I thought while dabbling the game ‘Operation.’ I say dabble because I wasn’t really paying attention as I removed the funny bone despite the buzzing sounding from the board. I cared not for the rules of the game as decided to play morse with the buzzer. In went the funny bone, and out again. In out in out shake it all about. I didn’t see the cadaver laughing though as his two dimensional torso lay rigid. I decided to throw the funny bone in the bin, despite the fun I had tapping out the words ‘science fiction.’ I thought of the UFO I had seen recently, and even though I had ‘blacked out’ during its visit, I knew I had been taken on board, by the lack of my own funny bone in my left arm. It wouldn’t have bothered me that much, but, my left arm was my wanking hand.

     I got up from the floor, leaning at first on the jelly that was my left arm. ‘Operation anyone?’ I shouted at no-one in-particular. The alien looking at me from the TV laughed in a high pitched voice.

     I wished I could go outside and play with the bears, but I knew the last bear of Europe had already been exterminated – care of unfeeling poachers. Still, the alien had promised me a ‘woman’ to spend my time in this maize with. A maize that was my home. The alien had made corridors out of the rooms in the whole house, and my only retreat was the room I was now in, painted pink to insult my masculinity. I had been waiting for some time for the woman, but the alien was obviously telling me a lie.

     “For fucks sake ya danged grey thing you, where’s the woman you promised?”

The alien looked from the screen at me, and blinked his large grey eyes several times before answering. “She is there behind you!” The alien said in a clear crystal musical voice.

I looked around, and there behind me, standing semi naked in dungeon apparel, was the most beautiful voluptuous woman a man could ever wish for. She sat down on the floor before the board and asked a game. I blinked blankly. Why of course I said in return.

     She took the tweezers, and pulled the funny bone now detailed in-between the top of the cadavers legs; his penis in fact. She laughed, and began to tap out morse. Each time the buzzer began to sound, my erection grew bigger and bigger till the front of my pants pulled away from my stomach. She played and toyed with me more, until the morse became so fast I began to near orgasm but, before I could climax, she through the funny bone over her shoulder.

     The bulge in my pants suddenly disappeared, the fire in my loins ceasing instantly. I pulled my pants away to peer inside my leather jock strap. Nothing was there, nothing at all but smooth skin where once was my proud manhood. I screamed loudly.

     “Come here Angel.” She whispered. “And kiss me hard. The science is the fiction in the funny you claim is the manhood of your size.” I kissed her long and vengeful, as she raped convincingly the man she knew I was, and neither she or I, played Operation again, the sex was too good to stop.

Michael J Waite 19^th July 2011.