Wrong tool for the wrong job.

Jack stood and looked down at the phallic plastic object hanging from his crotch which was a poor substitute for his original member.

Before staring at his naked girlfriend on the bed who was still sound asleep after a night of passionate love making which brought her to the brink of ecstasy unaware her boyfriend was not enjoying it as it only serve to remind him what he had lost.

He just did not find women attractive anymore and despite his best efforts he got no pleasure out of screwing his girlfriend with a strap-on.

So if he was going to be honest with her he had to be honest with himself and accept the fact that he wanted somebody to screw his brains out with something a little bit better than this pink piece of rubber and make a real woman out of him.