“Okay? Okay?! I’m perfect!” she squealed.“Good. I’m glad you had fun,” he said.“Fun? Calling that fun is like saying the Russian mob mig...t be a little unhappy with me!”“I’d be delighted to do it some more,” he offered.“No. I barely survived that time. If you did it again right now, you’d have to call an ambulance. They’d have to put me in a rubber room.”“I’ll keep that in mind for when I decide it’s time to drive you crazy,” he said.“I can’t believe you did that,” she said, finally able to. Walker was an Assistant Hunting Guide, Maurice "Grif" Griffin was a Registered Hunting Guide. Thus he would be able to guide hunters on his own for all kinds of game, and hire Assistant Guides to work under him. Now all he needed was a hunting area.Gary approached Grif about that, since initially Jesse Hawkins' father, a long-time mutual friend of theirs, now a Master Guide with his own lodge, had left Gary with only Assistant Guides to take care of his hunters. Gary didn't care to get involved. As the show went on he finally pulled off his pants and revealed a blue g string pouch. The ones that let the man's dick kind of stick out and only surrounds the dick and balls. He wasn't completely hard but you could still tell he was about 9-10 inches. My husband is about 7 and pretty thick, and I've had some that big, just not in a while. Now since the moms and my coworkers are unaware of our lifestyle I was hesitant to do anything but I definitely wanted to due to the sexual frustration. . the truth? Or maybe a little white lie so he wouldn't worry. No, he deserved the truth. "It's bad Rader maybe even fatal if we can't get you to a hospital. You've got a piece of shrapnel at the base of your brain and I think its leaking spinal fluid into the cranial cavity. In the next 10-12 hours we've got to get that shrapnel out of your brain or it will swell and shut down some bodily functions, like your heart and lungs." Swell, just fucking swell. Oh, I'm sorry ma'am." No problem Rader,.