He wanted to know whyyyy. Whiny little bitch. I told him I just didn't think it would work out. He said he'd try harder. I said I didn't like his personality. He said he could change. I told him I thought he was a loser. He said he'd fix his life.
The truth was he was packin' way too little below the buckle. But even this nasty ol' sadistic bitch of a ball-buster was a little reticent to tell him that that was why he was getting his walking papers. I do have sense of mercy when it comes to the male ego.
Finally I told just him. I thought I'd never see him again. I thought he'd crawl into a hole and die. But the next day there he was, on my porch with the Pistol Pump w/Senso Sleeve, a suction device of classic design into which the male member fits for vacuum-induced inflation. I told him it wouldn't work. He swore it would. We'll see.