The restaurant was perfect. Even though it was filled with patrons, the lighting and seating arrangements allowed each couple present to believe they were the one and only in the whole establishment. As the dessert tray approached the corner booth carrying a small velvet jewelry box, Tyler Smallwood gazed lovingly into the eyes of his girlfriend. This evening she had really outdone herself. Her silky smooth red hair was falling elegantly along her shoulders in slight twists that seemed to shimmer in the candle light as she spoke. The brightness of her smile filled her whole face with an angelic quality that caused most men to forget their conversational skills. Both her hair and smile set off the perfection of her lavender dress, which showed just enough skin to keep the imagination a-fire with delight. Tyler hoped the contents of the jewelry box would be the crowning jewel of her every ensemble from now until eternity. Tyler had known for some time that this night would be one he would remember for the rest of his days. The house-band smoothly transitioned into her favorite song as the waiter placed her dessert and the jewelry box in front of her. In one fluid motion, Tyler took her left hand in his, knelt on one knee and asked the question that seemed to be the culmination of his entire life. "Ms. Jessica Farraway, will you do me the honor of being my wife?" Jessica looked at the ring in the box that Tyler has just opened as he finished asking the question. For a long moment she just stared at the man kneeling in front of her. She could see that the nearby tables had become especially quiet and felt nearly every eye in the vicinity on her. Squirming a little, she gently shook her head. Tyler was still staring up at her as if he could not see the movement of her head. Watching her as intently as he was she was beside herself that he could not see she was sparing him embarrassment by not answering aloud. Undeterred Tyler asked the question again, with a hopeful longing in his eyes. This time she decided the direct approach was necessary and said so aloud. When he inquired why all she could think of to say was, "you're just too much of a nice guy." Stunned Tyler remained on bended knee trying to sort out his whole life. He was sure that she was the One. If she wasn't what was his life truly about. After what he thought was a couple minutes he noticed that Jessica was no longer seated at their table. He glanced around the room and saw that no one was at any of the tables. Slowly he got to his feet and went in search of someone. As he rounded the corner toward the front door he caught sight of the waiter that brought him the dessert tray. Fumbling in his pockets for his wallet he fully intended to pay for the meal he and his girlfriend had just finished. The waiter informed him that the owner had picked up his check and paid it out of pity. Tyler knew that there was a reason to be pitied, but he couldn't bring himself to face it. He walked silently to his car. Now he wished he had parked it closer to door. Wanting only to get his car and get back to his apartment he completely ignored the sounds coming from the alley to his left. It was only with someone screamed that he even turned his head slightly to see where the sound was coming from. As he glimpsed the movement in the darkened alley, his instincts took over and he rushed in head long. The scuffle was over quickly enough. The two men who had been assaulting what Tyler found out was a young woman in her earlier twenties. Being way past the point of total inebriation both of the men had pretty much defeated themselves before the fight really got interesting. Tyler had received a scratch above his right eye, but otherwise was no worse for the experience. The young woman was both dazed and confused. Deciding that a hospital was probably the best place for the both of them Tyler carried the woman to his car and delicately placed her in the back seat. The ride to the hospital was a short, quiet one. Tyler drove as fast as was safe at that time of night, arriving at the hospital in twenty minutes. As the valet at the emergency room took his seat behind the wheel, Tyler gathered his rescued damsel into his arms and strode purposefully into the emergency room for help. In a couple of minutes they were in a semi-private room with his brow stitched and her wounds dealt with properly. Tyler was sitting in the only chair available next to her bedside holding her hand when the police arrived. Tyler gave them a statement and afterward was informed by another police officer that the men that had accosted her were also in the E.R. As an added wrinkle in the story one of the men was claiming that he was the woman's fiancé. There was nothing but loathing in Tyler's heart as he heard that juicy tidbit of news. As the supposed fiancé's name was uttered again the woman in the bed awoke and asked that her attackers be let in to see her. The police were as astonished as Tyler, but they allowed the attackers in to see her. She immediately called to one of them and they were quickly in each other's arms hugging and kissing and carrying on like long lost lovers. In addition, she was not going to press any charges and to top it all off she asked to see the hospital chaplain to get married right then an there. That was all it took for Tyler's final shred of self-esteem to disappear. He could not get a break. Being a nice guy sucked. Collecting his car from the valet, he headed home to drown his sorrows in a bottle of vodka. Two hours later he was so drunk that he simply passed out of all consciousness and let the darkness take him. ------------------------------------------------ ONE YEAR LATER ... Tyler went on with life such as it was. He went to work. He went home. He ate. He slept. He drank of vodka. Even though he was going through the motions there was no spark of life behind his blue eyes. It seemed to him like his eyes had gone from a bright sky blue to a dull lusterless milky blue, but that was over four months ago, which was the last time he had really looked himself in the mirror. He blamed himself and he also blamed his older brother Kyle. Kyle had been Tyler's whole world growing up. Being seven years his elder, Kyle was the guy everyone loved. Everyone that met him knew they liked him instantly, especially the women. Growing up, Tyler had accidently stumbled upon his brother's secret journal. He discovered that his brother was exceptionally well endowed. After a little reading found some knowledge that Kyle had used every day of his life since puberty. That knowledge was a series of penis enlargement exercises that were supposed to be the reason that Kyle was loved by everyone. Tyler had religiously followed the information in the journal for the past ten years. No matter what was happening in his life he always was able to exercise the stress away. These past six months he had kicked the exercises into over drive. He realized that it was probably too much and at this rate he would never be able to have regular sex again, but he didn't care. No one wanted him anyways. After finishing his exercises for the night he decided that he needed to measure since it had been about three weeks. Getting out his measuring tape he popped in one of this favorite porn DVDs. Within a few minutes he had collected the information needed and recorded it in his measurements journal. Then as was his custom, he re-read the journal from the beginning to admire his progress. Definitely having to thank genetics for his base figures, Tyler reasoned that if he had not discovered the exercised he would probably be around seven inches in length and five inches in girth. During his first couple of years he was able to add and maintain about three and a half inches in length. The exercises for length quickly lost interest for him because he knew from research that 'bottoming out' in a woman could be painful for her. The thought of causing his sexual partner pain was one of his major turn-offs and even watching porn that noticeably caused the woman pain made him go limp. On the other hand the girth exercises had always intrigued him. The first night that he found he could no longer reach all the way around his cock while masturbating made him orgasm so hard that he actually hit himself full in the face with his fountain of cum. He remembered that he had met Jessica around that time and stopped doing the exercised for growth and simply did the maintenance routines. Thinking back he decided that not continuing was a complete waste of time, in view of the fact that he and Jessica had never actually had sex. To tell the truth he had never made it third base and she had never even seen him naked. She had been quite a tease saying that she was never ready for sex, especially after hours of foreplay or making out. Basically she seemed to love that fact that his thoroughly engorged member was straining for relief, but would never see the light of day. At times like that he would always hear his brother's voice urging him to just whip it out and force her to deal with it. He never did, but wished that he had just once to see what her reaction would have been. Now that he was no longer dating and had entirely given up finding anyone to spend time with, he gave himself fully over to the girth exercises. Three weeks ago he had been pretty large, but this week just astonished him. He had been having to complete some of the exercised with both hands for a while, but tonight he had reached on of his personal goals of being as big as a 'keg can' of his favorite beer which was slightly larger than a regular beer can. This meant that girth wise there was a third of his girth that could not be contained in the circumference between thumb and middle finger. If he kept up the exercises he wondered if he could make it to double digit girth figures in inches. Turning off the DVD and heading for a warm shower would end his nightly routine perfectly. He smiled as he caught his reflection in the full length mirror of the dressing area outside his shower room. The body shown was quite a feat of wonder with all of the muscles being visible just slightly beneath the skin. Every move of his body caused the muscled to twist and contort in a most pleasing fashion. Having been approached a couple of times to do male modeling or stripping had made Tyler's self esteem buoy toward the surface of normalcy. Just as he was about to start feeling normal again, he caught sight of his eyes and the shear depression in his dead man stare. Dropping his head he slowly got into the shower. --------------------------------- THREE WEEKS LATER ... It had started as a normal day at the law firm. Tyler met with a couple of client, put the finishing touches on a couple of briefs, and started writing his Petition for Writ of Certiorari for the United State Supreme Court. Since he had no life outside of work Tyler had been putting in so many extra hours that he had made full partner three years earlier than he expected. In addition, he had won several high profile cases and argued in front of the 9th and 4th Circuit Court of Appeals on behalf of his clients. The most amazing feat was the amount of new clients he was able to garner without having to be upbeat or positive. The sheer number of clients had taken the medium size law firm from a multimillion dollar business to a multibillion one. In billable hours alone Tyler had made himself independently wealthy many times over. Even though he was one of the richest men in the state as far as earning power he had very little money to his name. At any given time there was only about fifteen thousand dollars in his checking account and another ten in his savings. The majority of his earnings he gave to charity or build improvement projects that his foundation would maintain. The city was so grateful he had been awarded the key to the city twice and made Honorary Lord Protector for life. State and national publications had tried to interview him on multiple occasions about his charity work, but the only quote he would give is that he was a 'Nice Guy' and that's what nice men did. About two months previous his other two partners had insisted that he take some time off as it was mandated in his contract to avoid burn out. He had refused as long as he was able, but this morning instantly turned into conflict. "Tyler, my boy," said Mr. Catalidades the senior partner in the firm as he entered grandly into Tyler's inner office. "We simply have not gotten through to you that you need to take a vacation. As it seems you have not been so inclined to plan one yourself, I have had my secretary plan one for you." As he finished speaking he handed Tyler a folder. Opening it Tyler found all of the travel arraignments had been made and he was to be on a place in approximately two hours. "My car is pulling around to the side entrance and I expect you to be inside it in the next fifteen minutes. Jenkins has already planned your wardrobe and recreational items." Jenkins was the 'fix-it' man for the firm that did all sorts of odds and ends for any of the partners. Tyler clearly flummoxed did not even try to argue. Six hours later he was at an all expenses paid resort on the beautiful island of Maui. The telephone and internet connections had been disabled at the request of Mr. Catalidades and there had been a note on the dining room table of the penthouse room that had instructed Tyler to drink a Mai Tai and relax. Furious Tyler headed to the bedroom to unpack only to find that the hotel staff and beaten him to the punch. Not knowing what to do with himself he flung himself on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. Sleep and depression took him shortly afterwards.