It was long, but more importantly, it was as thick as my wrist (we measured later and it was 9-1/2" long and 7" in circumference), and he had huge, lo... hanging balls. In truth, he looked like a horse!I just stood there staring with my mouth wide open for some time before I finally exclaimed "Holy shit!"Mark said, "I know honey. I've seen that same facial expression on many women. You see, when I told you that Tim and I did everything together, what I didn't mention is that we also did women. We might as well share them now even though the date isn’t fixed yet,” I said more confidently.“I agree. I’d like to get to know you a little more before then,” Priya brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and turned pink again. All I could think at that moment was how to watch her body turn pink all over. I stood there looking into her eyes, and she was looking up at mine as well. I guess we’d forgotten about the world beyond us, and slowly drifted closer to each other. Whatever was. Now it'snot as if Joe wanted a son and turned his daughter into one, itwas Chris herself from a very young age that saw herself as aboy. Chris would never cry when falling down and scraping herknee even when she was only 4, she would actually laugh and shakeit off. No, Joe just figured that Chris would grow out of thisphase and enjoyed letting his son retain his own identity. Chrisasked told his Dad all about the game and how he was invited tohave lunch at one of the boys he just met. Please. You are there. I see you are… smaller than you are. And grayer. And cold, sad. I beckon you to me and you climb onto my lap. My arms encircle you as you curl up. I feel larger than I am. Stronger. I hold you, stroking you hair and back through your sweatshirt. You are shivering. You may be crying. There is wetness seeping though my shirt. I hold you and rock a little bit until the shaking stops. I will my warmth into you, breathing slowly, holding and stroking. In time – how much doesn’t really.