Sure, there are things you don'twant to do, but you accept the fact that I know what's best.Don't you Bunni, sweetheart? Good girl. I know you do. It ...asvery hard for you to accept the fact that your penis needed tobe removed. I remember how terrified you were of the operationand how you begged me to let you keep it. How many times did Ihave to go over all the reasons why you would be better offwithout your penis? Some people might say I brainwashed you; butI would rather say it was a matter of. Give her theapplication. And a perhaps unduly frank description of the hiringprocess (in this case: that I recognize her potential; would be happyto hire her; but maybe she isn't the precise fit for immediate needs).To her credit, Christina has noticed my now assertive hardness. Shegives me a kiss on the cheek and touches my knee, by way of goodbye. Mycontinued stoicism can't really deny the evidence of erection.Tentatively she fumbles at my fly. A bit more effort releases my shaftfrom my. Now, as I gyrated, spun, swayed, and hopped, a nipple or breast flashed into view.The band took a 15 minute break and we retreated to the booth, breathing hard, and blood pumping with the energy of the music and arousal. While waiting for our drinks to arrive, I expected and received the hands of both men. Hidden under the table and low lighting, each took a knee and placed it over their leg. I kissed one, then the other as one hand stroked up my thigh and another slipped inside my gaping. It took me a minute, standing there, before I saw the note taped to the microwave. At the mall, it said, {back by dinnertime. XXX}OK, that was fine. I went back to the diary. I had squirrels, big ones, in my gut. I also had a hard-on in my pants. I turned to the previous page. It had today's date on it.God, it began, I can't believe what I saw!My hands were shaking so hard the diary fell to the table. I stared at it as though it was a live grenade. In fact, I felt pretty much the same way I'd.