Dick Fitswell and the Surgeon's Knife

by Jack Corbett

This is the end of the world," Dick Fitswell screamed at himself. "My cock. My gift to womankind will be lost. And with it all hope for humanity. And it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker even if the Doc shoots my balls and shaft full of Novocain feel alike."

The Doc felt the surgeon’s knife in his hand as he checked its balance. Then narrowed his eyes as he noticed that something wasn’t right. "Too dull," he remarked to Eskola, the Eskimo nurse now standing next to him. Get me another one." Eskola went a few feet over to a small chest of drawers where the Doc kept most of his instruments, shuffled around through the drawers then called out to him: "There isn’t a single surgeon’s knife left here."

Damn the luck, "the Doc muttered. I used the last one to shave with. These damn Canadian razors aren’t worth much these days. Even Fitswell doesn’t deserve a dull blade. But I guess we will have to use it anyway."------to be continued in the book which you can buy in paperback or for your Kindle or Smart Phone from Amazon