a setless play

She came near and grabbed his balls tightly with her left hand, tugging them downward while applying a parachute harness with her right hand. […] His balls stretched downward under the delicious weight.

I don't give a bugger how important you think it is.

The kind of civil upheaval that many abroad had expected and planned for with Fidel out of the picture simply did not transpire. There was no Ceausescu moment.