You want one?”“A…a dick fight?”“Yeah. Fancy having one?”“A dick fight?”“You couldn’t beat me in an arm wrestle, so let’s see how...you are with your dick.”“You…you wanna fight me with your dick?”“Yeah. Hard enough, is it? Your erection? Is it big and hard?”“What?” “Mine is. Got a really big hard erection, me.”He took his shoes and socks off.“Come on, lad. Get your kit off – we’re having a dick fight.”“But, I…I don’t even fight with my fist, never mind with my dick.”I was well confused.He. She joined the train in Paris after taking the Euro star from St.Pancras and was shown to a nice two berth sleeping car by the conductor. It had lovely crisp white sheets on the beds and there was a little shower (with the emphasis on little) and a wash basin. She was unpacking her night things when the compartment door opened again and the conductor arrived with another passenger. Emma was half hoping she would have the car to herself but she didn’t mind sharing too much. When she saw her. He never yelled back at Grandpa and she’d sometimes hug him after Grandpa left. Daddy always seemed sad except when he was reading to her or playing with Buster, the only dog they had left.The pictures hanging on his wall grew in number.When she started school, Mr. Michael would pick her up in the afternoon in Grandpa’s car and take her back to his business. She would sit in Grandpa’s office and work on her letters and pictures. Daddy would take her home when he was done, and they would stop. As I was coming back into the room from the bathroom she had her case open on the bed and was looking for something; I’m not sure what, as my eyes were fixed on her naked body.“You’ve got one of those travel cases on wheels, haven’t you, Trev; perhaps we can get all of our clothes and things into that instead of taking two.”“Er, yes, probably, I don’t plan on taking much for a week, mostly casual.”“Mmm, that’s what I was thinking—we’ll sort it out in the morning. Which side do you.