Like many guys, I have had this very bizarrerelationship to my manhood, my nuts, my machismo,my guy-ness, that thing that continues to make mewant to have sex with my wife whenever she givesme the high sign.I’m 46 now, and for the last couple of years I havebeen powerlifting under the supervision of a former Russian kick-boxer who, I suspect, killed more than afew guys with his bare hands as an assassin back inhis home country. Something about the way his eyeswidened into these jet-black saucers the few times wesparred scares the living shit out of me. Anyhow, Ihave put on about 25 pounds of muscle and now goabout 235 pounds across my 6’ 3” frame. I still eat toomuch ice cream, so it’s not like I have a six-pack or anything. But I am kinda ripped for an old bastard. Atleast that is what Elena, my wife, tells me when she iskind enough to feed my fragile ego.