Joe Studly the Porn Guy slunk off the set, dragging his dick in the dirt. Then the director said, ‘Bring on the Stunt Cock!’ One of his assistant... came over. There was a problem, the Stunt Cock wasn’t available. Then the director looked over my way. ‘How’d you like to be in the movies?’ ‘WHO ME???’ The assistant came over, assured me that because all the wide angle shots featured Joe Studly – who couldn’t get his rocks off – as a ‘Stunt Cock’ only my midsection would be on camera. All that was. Kein Bändchen, aber auch kein Loch! Erschrocken gucke ich an mir runter und sehe Thorsten's harten Schwanz zwischen meinen Beinen stehen!ACH DU SCHEIßE, WAS IST DASS DENN??? Ich bekomme Panik, atme immer heftiger und weiß nicht was ich tun soll. Das muss doch ein Traum sein.Ich springe vom Klo auf und stürze zum Spiegel, falle aber fast mit den heruntergelassenen Hosen. Schnell streife ich sie ab - Hilfe, meine Beine sind so behaart, ebenso meine Arme. Genau wie bei Thorsten!!! Ich gucke in den. ‘Political correctness not yet arrived on yourside of the pond, then?’ Trina answered, unfazed. ‘Shit, no. Not when there’s a broad in the offing in the kinda shape you’re in.’ Her admirer introduced himself. ‘Al Fresco, FBI.’ ‘Hello, Al Fresco.’ Trina resisted smiling at his name. It was hard. ‘DCI Christine Edwards. Call me Trina. What’s the FBI doing here?’ ‘Just a watching brief. And I do like watching briefs, though it depends who’s wearing ’em.’ At that moment, Michael, still bristling. But before we could really discuss that possibility, the food came and we both forgot about it and I hate to say it but I didn't even think about him joining us as absolutes until I started writing this down just now.Back to Monday, soon we were paying the bill and walking back to his office. I gave him a goodbye kiss before I had to get back to my office to meet the Kensingtons. Before lunch, we had all agreed to meet back at my office parking lot and I would drive them to the other properties.