The question was a bit impertinent, if not wholly rude, considering Harvey's only casual acquaintance with Sarah, but he answered the question nonetheless.
"Actually, I haven't ejaculated in about 8 months." he said.
As is typical when one makes a directed confession of this nature in a room full of people, everyone fell silent just as Harvey said this. The silence lingered in the air for a few moments until Sarah skewered it with yet another question, delivered with the same peppery oomph.
"Gosh, why not?"
"Well," he answered, "that's right around the time I broke up with my girlfriend, so..." and Harvey sort of trailed off before saying, "unless you know of another way..."
"Not me," said Sarah, befuddled.
As their conversation dominated the now-quiet room, the host's brother James felt obliged to contribute.
"So it's been building up inside you for eight months?" James's face signalled panic and fear. The party-goers glanced at each other with expressions of alarm.
"Not really," said a clearly irritated Harvey. "It doesn't build up -- it's not like if you give me a really strong hug it'll come squeezing out my nostrils and mouth."
And the silence that followed was as thick as buttermilk; one no amount of oomph could skewer.
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