Sweet Stockholm Prisoner Of Love

WHAT? " Clark's voice boomed inside his uncle's clinic. because he was so shocked by what he heard from him. He thought that what he was saying was hard to believe and followed his advice.

The doctor stopped writing and looked at the person in front of him. "You heard what I was saying, Clark? Maybe you want me to repeat it! " He looked back at what he was doing. "You overreacted to what you heard."

Clark shook his head. He really couldn't believe what he said. "Doc, that's only for married couples." You want me to do that? Oh, common! " He shook his head even more. "This is so hilarious!"

"So, you want to have a child, right? Then, do it. You have nothing to lose. Just try it, Clark."

How can I do that, Doc? I don't have a girlfriend. She's just my bed partner. Then you want me to dance in Obando? This is only for married couples who have longed to be blessed with children.

"Well, if you don't want to, Clark. There's nothing else I can do. This is just my suggestion. Because I know someone who did it, after one month, the woman got pregnant. That's what's called a "miracle."

"NO WAY DOC!" he responded firmly. "I can't do that."

"It is up to you. The only thing I can say is, find a woman with a fresh uterus. And especially without vices."

Clark's forehead suddenly wrinkled when he heard that. "What do you mean the uterus is fresh, doc?" He sat up straight. "It's like picking it in the garden."

"Fresh? I mean, no sex experience yet, never touched or inserted by a man's semen, get it. "

"What? What are you talking about, Uncle? "

"Psstt! Don't call me Uncle when I'm at work, Clark. "

"Okay fine, Doc. But it's very impossible because the words you uttered are not from the time of the Gabriella era. They are in the iPhone world now."

"Well, if you don't like what I said, it's up to you, Clark. I can only advise you to do it or not. Then I'm not there anymore. It's your life. "

"But the question is, Doc, is there still such a thing nwadays? " "Eh, all I see, even teenagers, have a cigarette stuck in their mouth."

"I can't say anything more, Clark. I'll tell you what I already know. This is just an option; the decision is still up to you. What is this? We just say it again and again, Clark. " He actually wanted his nephew to leave, but he couldn't because he was still a client at his clinic.

Clark washed his face with his palms. What he knows about all the girls he's with is that they're just for bed. even if they are rich and educated. And he knows that they are liberated; sex is nothing to them, it's like a game to them, and where can he see a virgin woman right now? in the province? For him, it is impossible because now technology is around the corner. They have Zoom, Messenger, and many other social media that can be used nowadays to make friends or lovers. For him, maybe out of a thousand women, there may be one lost virgin, but the question is where she is?

"Clark, you are still young and strong." Try and try until you succeed. Maybe you know that one of your sperm eggs can get through and you can't make it. "

"What's that, Doc?" I'm just digging and digging it?"

"Yeah, you have so many chica babes that are available there. Just a flick of your finger and they are in front of you. Also, they are already naked. Is right ha, Clark?"

Clark suddenly laughed. "Who else am I going to inherit from you, right?"

"Yes, but you're overdoing it. Even if you wanted to have children right now, you won't be able to. That's called... " He hung up what he said.

"Called what, Doc?"

"Karma!"

Clark pounded."Karma? I never did anything wrong. Why can I get karma? I just enjoyed myself. "

"No, I think the karma for you is your sperm. You're always banging. How many girls do you bang in a week, huh? "

"Uncle, no need to tell you that."

"And why not, huh, Clark? "

"It's SPG, Doc!"

"What do you think of me, kid?"

"Old boy to ponder, uncle."

"Don't call me Uncle," he scolded his nephew.

"Okay."

"Answer my question, womanizer."

"Look who's talking."

He just shakes his head because of what his nephew said. "How many?"

"Hmmm," he thought, but it was just a thought made up.

In a week, two or three times, he has someone in bed. But only one woman. Next week is different. That's how his life with women revolves around it. If there is no woman, maybe he can die. If he didn't have sex for one week, he felt so weak. For him, sex is exercise. It is easier to sweat because it causes a tickle and pleasure in the body.

"Clark. Clark, I wasn't born yesterday," which was his uncle's sense.

Clark shrugged his shoulders. His cellphone rang suddenly. When he looked at it,

"Woman again?"