You drew back the club, brows furrowed, biting your lip like that was gonna help. And then, swing. I didn’t even see it coming. The club missed the ball entirely and instead cracked right into me

I doubled over with a strangled sound, somewhere between a laugh and a groan, one hand clutching the club, the other hand holding my balls. My eyes watered as I tried to breathe through it, but I couldn’t help it, I started laughing.