This sweet and kind story began with the fact that I was castrated! Like a homeless cat! My wife caught me with her mistress and broke a bottle of champagne we had not finished drinking over my head. As a result, I lost consciousness. I woke up and realized that I was now a “so-so” Casanova. I had a headache, and I wanted to find myself in kindergarten, where I always easily showed the girls my dignity. They also showed me what they had in their underpants, but I only appreciated the beauty and value of what I saw then at the graduation party, when one of them finally “gave” it to me! Memories brought me back to life, and I called an ambulance...