Maybe the women you've been flirting with will getthe message that your little clit belongs to me." Honey I wasn't flirting..." Well now even if one o... those bitches could have convinced you to foolaround they can't get at you through your protection. That's all it issweetie, not punishment, it's protection for you and me." But," I sniffled "I won't be able to get hard, I can't have sex at all..." Well, you won't be putting your tiny clitty into anything, but to behonest there wasn't much there. .." Sam," he interrupted."Sam, I don't remember meeting you. I'm surprised because I would think I would've." she finished, noticing his eyes curiously watching her lips move."I work for Thorn Sewickley Law firm downtown. About five months ago you came into the offices," Sam said sounding slightly hurt for not being remembered but still confident that she might eventually remember."Oh," she stated, remembering going to the offices of Thorn Sewickley to file a complaint in regards to a. He used to box pro, and had Geneva following in his footsteps. Even though I was a football guy, the strengthening, conditioning, and discipline of boxing translated well to the football field.For as long as I can remember, every morning started off like that. Geneva would climb through my window, we’d run over to her garage, Gerald, her dad, would work us out for about an hour, I’d run home, shower, then head to school.Me and Geneva had been friends since a young age. Like true ghetto kids. I'll try, but that's all."The Colonel sat back with a start, then reconsidered, "Mmmmh, suppose I can't ask more of you than that. Still think of the glory if we pull this one off, what!" Where and when?"He pointed to the bedroom, "In there." He shrugged, "Do your best." I got up only to hear the Colonel add, "I suppose you don't want me there too, leading the men sort of thing, setting an example?"I laughed, "No Colonel. Let me go on this mission alone."He shrugged again, "Very well... well,.