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From the Makers of Enzyte

Joe sat in his big leather chair in a vegetative state, watching the History Channel’s World War II marathon. Suddenly, a commercial he hadn’t seen before came up.

“New! From the makers of Enzyte…”

Joe nearly went to sleep, he didn’t need this crap.

“Nymist, All-natural female enhancement.”

Joe nearly turned over his chair. FEMALE enhancement?

The commercial went on, “Tired of your wife or girlfriend always nagging all the time? Do you wish she would talk about something you were actually interested in? Like melons! Would you rather her let you be the stick in the mud?”

The commercial had Joe sold already, but what would this really do to his wife?

“Bob here ordered Nymist for his wife, Jane. As you can see, Jane takes care of all of Bob’s needs. She cooks, she cleans, she even tidies up in the bedroom better than ever before. Call now for Nymist, all-natural female enhancement!”

Joe reached for his phone and dialed as fast as he could.

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