"I told you, Duke… not until I'm married." "Well, I ain't gonna marry no bitch unless I can fuck her, and that's that."

"But you can fuck me, darling-after we're married."

He took a deep, exasperated breath.

"But we got to try it first!" he shouted. It seemed a logical enough argument to him; he wondered why she was so dumb that she couldn't understand things.

"I mean… what if it don't fit?"

He was thrusting his jaw out at her. It was a huge jaw; it looked like the prow of a tugboat cutting through the waves. He wasn't a bad looking young man, though, in a loutish fashion; he had oily black hair, but it was curly, and he was big and strong. He worked on the docks.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"What if my cock is too big for your cunt? Hah? What if we got married and then we find out, too late, that my dick don't fit you? Then we got to get a divorce. It don't make no sense, Dolly. It's stupid. We got to try it on for size.

"Oh, that's silly. Of course it will fit."

"How would you know for sure?"

"Well… she blushed, because she really was a modest and demure young maid. "I've seen it," she said.

"Don't mean anything."

"And I've touched it…I know it will fit. Cents are made to stretch, you know; they're pliable."

"Yeah, but maybe yours is different. How do you know? It's sure as hell a tight one; I can hardly get three fingers up it and my dick's bigger'n that."

"It's not so big," she said, trying to be reasonable. Then, she realized be might take that the wrong way.

Which, of course, he did.

"Not big!" he howled. "It's huge! It's a great big dick and make no mistake about it." He glared at her, his face darkening with anger at what he took as an insult. Then, he squinted suspiciously.