Dust Devil

He groped the folds of his toga in search of his diminishing member.  Venus laughed.  With a sense of desperation that foredoomed the effort to failure , he conjured erotic images hoping this would cause the diminutive appendage to inflate to a recoverable size.  The reverse occurred.  Flacidus shuddered, at what point did shrinkage become reducio ad nihilum?

—Garth Gould