There was this guy Jennifer knew. And he was a bit strange. Often times he wanted to grip the swollen veined ankles of an 80 year-old woman, jack off and call it a day. Other times, if he could have forsaken his steel guitar for a zither, he would have. Anyway you looked at it, Jennifer's pulsating young rectally complete naked body never seemed to get through to him. Which was strange. For this assault upon her vanity he should be punished, she concluded. But how. Via the Internet, Jennifer soon learned that there were other women who shared stories much like hers. Young vibrant women who had been spurned for nachos, pro football, beer sausage, HD TV or what have you. At this point it really didn't matter what the reasons were because they were all pretty flimsy excuses, according to the gals. It was concluded that Jen's man be the target of the most foul aggression. And now it can be reported that he was gang assaulted with strap-ons and fucked with the vehemence of a Choctaw raiding party on fire water. You may have read about it in the papers. Then, again, you may not have.