I have a Mr. Gerald Sherman on Line 1." Thank you, dear. Put him through."Ronni pushed the button. The door squeaked, and she looked up with her profe...sional smile. "May I help you?" Yes ma'am," the man said. "I'm here to see Brent Towcroft." Will you have a seat, please? I'll let him know you're here." She sighed to herself. Another day was off to a start.Calls, e-mails, visitors, even a vendor for the IT staff. She greeted them all with a smile and the idea that she was really glad to see. Prying it open he finds a leather belt, no, it's too small to be a belt, a collar maybe? Whatever it is it's studded with pieces of chrome and has a plastic knob in the middle. The knob is stamped with numbers one to ten and looks like originally belonged to an old radio.Underneath all that are several sheets of notepaper. Unfolding then Jason reads,To whom it may concern,Greetings, you hold in your hands the culmination of my life's work and (at the risk of sounding immodest) the greatest. A few folding chairs, a table and a sunshade added a nice finishing touch. We had a cool drink, packed up the gear and the guys were gone by midday.A shower to remove the grime seemed like a good idea and then Charl-e called to see if it was OK to come home. I said yes and went off to get clean.I was sitting in the lounge room watching TV, with just a towel wrapped around me, when the ladies came in, clutching an assortment of bags, giggling like schoolgirls as they shouted a hello and said. So I’ve been told” and she handed me down an old jiffy bag.“Oh... fucking hell, jeez” is all could say, emptying my balls into the padded envelope.“Well young Gemma, that’s probably the best wank I’ve ever had” I said as I zip myself up.“Pleased to be of satisfaction, I nearly came myself. So if you can now kindly fuck-off, I’m going to have myself a proper wank”.“Have fun” I said walking back down the stairs.Laura certainly had fun when I told her all about the episode.Then there was the time.