it was a Tuesday night, 1961, cold winter air infiltrated the uninsulated house, chilled my balls to a crisp. A slight tap, had I been so incautious, surely would have shattered them as though they were a car window. the fireplace glowed a vibrant orange, a warm contrast to the dark black that filled the unlit living room. I knew, with a few steps, I could relieve myself of this plight which faced my testicles. perhaps i may char them like a nice cut of beef on the pit, but at least the frost would melt away, would cause a wave of satisfaction as my balls would be restored the freedom of unrestricted hanging. slowly, I inched my way towards the fire, scrotum out, frozen in place. the freeze began to drip, and had a prisoner of war been positioned beneath my feet, he would, within 10 minutes, begin to reveal his secrets. closer now, the ice began to melt quickly, my veggies leaked more like a bad storm than a slight drizzle. I could feel the drop, the tug on my taint as my testicles returned to their original post. The pleasure I at once felt was immense, and never shall me or thee again knowest.