text: The same night, Dylan lay naked on his bed, browsing the internet. He wanted to test his new-found confidence. Browsing the search engines, he came across listings for local escorts in the London area. He found a white woman. She was of large proportions and over fifty years old. She charged £40 per night for her "services." Dylan phoned the number and arranged to meet her in Tottenham at ten o'clock. He booked a local hotel, one of the budget ones where the workers look on with no judgement.
  
  "Sandra" was uglier in person than the pictures on her website suggested, but that was okay by Dylan. With his confidence fragile, he felt that he would start with someone who would be grateful of his company. He kept checking his penis every few minutes to make sure it hadn't shrunk back to its original tiny form, that the old woman's spell hadn't worn off. It hadn't.
  
  The sex with the prostitute was fast. Dylan was excited and didn't last long at all. But he left the hotel with a huge grin on his face. The woman must have seen thousands of penises in her working life and she had called Dylan a big boy. A big boy! Dylan couldn't believe it. He felt like a man for the first time in his life. He was no longer a virgin; a woman had seen his penis and not only thought it was acceptable but it was big. Of course, she might have said that to all the punters. And that was okay by Dylan, even if she did, the fact that she could say something to flatter him without it being sarcastic or ridiculous pleased him hugely. She had even bled slightly from his penetration.
  
  Dylan returned home and went to bed. He slept a dreamless sleep with a huge grin slapped on his face.