...rectly at his manhood. “Don't move Brad, I'll get it!”
Brad quickly covered his genitals with both hands, his blood turning ice-cold. “Jenny, STOP!!! Put your gun away! Everything's ok, please!” Jenny slowly retracted her weapon and returned to her normal arm shape, but Brad's hands remained clamped over his nether region as he shivered, his face pale. “I'm sorry Brad, I thought that fuzzy thing between your legs was some kinda parasite attacking you. What is it?” asked Jenny. Brad calmed down slightly, getting his breathing back to normal. “You mean you've never seen a guy's wang before? Not even in a textbook or something?”
“Never.” Jenny claimed “I didn't even know what a “wang” was. Can I see it again?” Brad shifted nervously “You promise not to attack it?” Jenny nodded in agreement, reassuring him, and Brad lifted his hands away and stepped closer to Jenny, letting her take a closer look. For a minute Jenny just looked it over, extending a single finger to gently poke at it. “You gotta admit, it does look like it has a tentacle. I can hardly be blamed for my mistake. Who would've know it was a... wang, right?&rdq...