The second my cock was out, she moved her face away from mine, looked down and started to laugh. She said: 'I'm sorry I'm laughing, but thats the sma...lest, thinnest cock I've ever seen'.Now I knew my 5 inches weren't impressive and I've been told I'm small before, but that was the first time somebody had commented on how thin it was, so I replied:'Really, it's the thinnest?'She said: 'Yes, hahaha! It's so skinny I don't think I would even feel it inside me'.I was shocked and pretty. “Why the fuck does she have a restaurant serving tray in her house?” Oh well, not important.She comes walking in with a couple seasoned ribeye’s ready to toss on the grill and potatoes already baked just needing to be warmed for the butter and other accoutrements. She sets it on the island, I start to help cooking. We brush up against each other and chills run through me. I look at Sheila and see the same chills hit her.I turn and kiss her again. We drop the food and grab each other. Now we. Aversion, your neurosurgeon. We just repaired your spine, and placed a rod in your back to assist the healing. Do you have any questions?” “Yes, sir. I have nothing but questions. To start with: How's my crewman, Pete?” “He's alive, but pretty messed up. He's in guarded condition. However, I'm only authorized to discuss your case.”He went on to answer my questions in great detail, using medical jargon I could barely comprehend. I think they do that to give the patient a sense that they are. "Yours?" she asked, even though she knew the answer. He nodded. "What's she going to do?" Keep it, I think," he replied."Good," she said, "and what have you decided to do?" He shrugged. "Are... are you going to go to her?" I... I don't think she wants me to," he told her. Benin sighed inwardly. Her worst fears weren't going to be realised, he was going to remain hers for the time being."Why not?" she asked, curious."She doesn't want to live with anyone," he told her, "she likes it by herself.".