Jack Dawkins One Shots

Hypothetically

I sat pondering for a while on the stairs of the theatre's standing. Where often people lingered to watch surgeries. On the step above me sat Jack halfway down his bottle. But it had been one of those days.

"Jack?"

"Umm?"

"You think he'll live?"

"Hard to say. He'll survive I hope, not sure how much living he'll do"

"How so?"

"I just cut the guy's cock off. He'll be alive, will he be happy ... different matter"

"I guess. How'd you feel?"

"When?"

"Someone cut your cock off?"

"Ohh I'd kill myself"

"Really?" I giggled

"I'm very attached to it I don't wanna live my life without it" he explained "That whole surgery had me ... crossing my damn legs"

"I imagine so, well don't do what he did"

"I'm not dumb. I'm not going to stick mine whenever the hell he did it. And then not clean it for a year. I'm attached to mine I take good care of it"

"Good to hear most don't"

"How so?'

"Most men don't take care of them"

"I'm well aware."

"When was the last time you used it?"

"I use it daily?"

"You know what I mean"

"... You mean have sex?"

"Yes"

"Last time? Sunday I think."

"You think?"

"I've had sex many times I don't always remember" he chuckled

"Many times?'

"Yes, many times. I was a sailor y/n"

"Ohh so you'd climb off your boat coins in hand to find yourself a pretty thing for the night?"

"You try being in a ship nine months without... wanting a little attention when you get to port"

"Understandable, I imagine there are girls from Tasmania to Tottenham who can tell tales of their night in the arms of Jack Dawkins" I giggled

"A few of them" he shrugs "What about you?'

"What about me?"

"When was the last time you... felt the touch of a man?"

"Ohh a couple of years back now"

"That long?"

"When one is a widow you don't get much attention"

"I guess not. It must be hard for you. Not having attention I mean"

"I have attention"

"Do you?"

"Yeah I got some just last week"

He looked confused "What?'

"I had attention last week Thursday if I recall correctly"

He looked so very puzzled like trying to solve a zen riddle in his head

"Your husband had been dead for three years. You haven't had the touch of a man in several years. And you got attention last Thursday?'