’ He glanced nervously as he watched the receptionist’s grip tighten on the phone receiver. He cleared his throat and said, ‘I just wanted to ...ee how you were….uuummm, I mean, how were your holidays?’ ‘I know that was totally horrid of me not to call you for Christmas, but I figured you must be really busy with a case or something.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Suzy had also noticed Donna was watching them intently and closely monitoring everything they were saying. She took Tom’s arm and led him out. A huge, phallic sculpture, in smooth honey-coloured marble. There's a low plinth, supporting two testicles, the size of basketballs, and, rising up behind them, a beautiful, erect penis. The detail is amazing! The thick veins twining up it, the folds of foreskin around the neck, the smooth dome of its helmet. In a sort of trance, I am drawn to it, closer and closer, until my face is inches away, my arms encircling the thick shaft. I begin to grind my hips against it, running my hands all over. As soon as the guy spotted the moon-struck couple in the last booth, he moved in that direction. Errol quietly picked up a small cast-iron skillet and headed through the swinging doors and around the counter to come up behind him.When the woman in the booth looked up and saw who was approaching them, her face went white and she emitted a little squeak, causing her beau to turn around. The guy (presumably the wronged husband) stopped about six feet from the booth and said in an agonized whine,. She never lost her adoration for him, but he never really forgave her for the Helen incident, though what she could have done differently, she could not say. Perhaps her 'crime' was being right; the effect on their lives was much less than Hugo feared.It was at a wild and uproarious drunken party for Hugo's and Martha's joint sixtieth birthday that someone suggested a Conga and Martha decided to liven it up by giving everyone a whip. Instead of merely dancing, each one whipped the one in front,.