One month later, in New York.
"I'm sorry, love. I don't know what's happening to me. It just… it just won't stand up," a handsome man said, his voice heavy with frustration and embarrassment.
His shoulders sagged as he looked away, clearly ashamed.
No matter how much he tried, his "little brother" remained weak and unresponsive, leaving him unable to make love to his girlfriend.
Anne forced a smile, though her patience was beginning to wear thin.
"I understand. We'll try again next time," she said softly, trying to mask her growing frustration.
She cared for him, truly, but the lack of intimacy was becoming unbearable.
Her own needs clawed at her, but she held on, determined not to give up so easily.
Months passed, but her boyfriend's condition remained the same.
No amount of patience or effort seemed to make a difference.
