Do you need to see my chip?" she asked."No, did you turn tricks, or did you sell, to pay for your drugs?" I asked."A little of both," she replied. "I'... not proud of it, and I don't want it to get around." Did you enter into the relationship with the married Doctor knowing you were going to blackmail her into repairing your body?" I asked. It was time to make her take a hard look at herself, if she hadn't already."Yes, but the sex with her was a nice bonus. She was my first real lover." she. My God, it was absolutely the hottest damn dick I'd ever seen. I guess I was staring at it so intently he sort of grinned at me. He pulled on it a couple times while drying off. It looked like the arm of about a 3 year old with an apple in its hand. He had a full 9 1/2 inches with a purple blue head on it. It just danced back and forth and was so pretty. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. He asked me to dry his back off and I was so nervous I was almost shaking. When he turned and faced me he. Anyone who gave him a second thought wondered if it wasn’t bad enough that Carl needed to be institutionalized.He never had a chance in life. Being born black with an amazing artistic talent, he was the owner of an IQ in the high one-seventies that made many regret the lost opportunities that could have come his way in life. A complete nervous wreck, he suffered minor indignities with all the aplomb of a bucking horse in a bad mood.His fingernails were chewed halfway down to the first knuckle.. The inn was empty but for the innkeeper behind the bar and a serving wench cleaning the tables. The visitor chose a table, and holding his sword aside sat down. The innkeeper hovered near the big man using a dirty cloth to throw bread crumbs on the floor. "What's yer wish, sire?"Food, wine and a bed for the night." He fished a coin from a pocket and threw it on the table. "Here's a talent for yea troubles my good man."The innkeeper pocketed the coin eagerly. "We're almost with no food for such.