Not really. It's just that...I have too many doubts. About him...about myself." "What sort of doubts?" I asked. "Oh...if he's just looking for a wife....Someone just to fill in...to do things for him." I could see what she meant. "And I have doubts about myself," she said. "Like what?" Mom gave me a kind of chiding smirk. "Well...it's been a long time since I've been with a man. I mean, really been with a man." I grinned. "You mean that you and him ..." I let the rest of the ques ton go. It was a. Wow! even touching each other. The next night armed with two carrier bags I prepared to go back. I had a clean sheet from the airing cupboard for me to rub off against later and a stuffy at just the thought of seeing more bottoms and cocks. I crept into the shed and went over to the box was, it was dark and I noticed somebody had put a cloth over the window, Thats not going to stop me I thought. A blinding light shone in my face and a frightening voice was shouting at me, followed by , I guess,. But there was something uneven about the way the weight distributed, and awkward with how it all settled. Frank had been a Physician Assistant before he joined the priesthood, and knew that the human body didn’t move like that, so there was only one conclusion—the man wore a type of fat suit filled with fluid. There were plenty of options that went through Frank’s mind. This was a prank. Or a stunt. A bet. A dare. Maybe the fat suit was filled with beer, and there was a straw near the collar …. Being brave isn?t going to change a thing.??Being brave changes everything?, she answered. I found her impressive, but I am a professional and not really a romantic. ?I have had them all in this chair?, I told her. ?Some brave ones and a lot of not so brave ones. In the end we are all just meat and bone. So please, tell me where your people are hiding Forest Boyer and that other witness, Jerod Clay. If you tell me without making a fuss this is going to be over without pain.?She shook her head..