I had to learn to make choices, whether for good or bad, and be responsible for the consequences. Though I might regret those decisions, at least I wo...ldn't regret life making them for me.After crossing over the immense southern span of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, a drive which had always slightly unnerved me due to the great height of the structure, I drove south down Rte 50, then west on St. Michaels Road, and finally entered St. Michaels itself, a picturesque, but still fortunately sleepy. Suddenly she realized he had inserted the needle into her labia and was injecting this stuff into her, she felt nothing, but fear had engulfed her as she froze and let him finish.He withdrew the needle and rubbed her, she moved involuntary with his fingers, 'You'll like that Jenny' he remarked as he looked down at her, 'Lets get you temperature', he said, and pulling her open inserted a long thermometer all the way up inside her vagina.Jenny laid her head down on the couch, the heat spreading. Our utter trust in each other. And our love, which is the same thing, really. All those things.“She fell in love with me before I got over my denseness and realized how perfect she was for me. And me for her. It started with a conversation that never ended. She’s a journalist and writes about local music scenes. The Minneapolis scene last summer, since she was home from NYU. She was checking out Eddie and the Monsters at the Longhorn. I was a Monster then.”“You were?”“Played bass. Eddie and I. Once done, he let his pants fall to the floor before kicking them to the side.Next, Ronnie pushed his boxers down and also let them drop to the floor. As I observed his cut cock I was taken aback at how normal it looked to me. Ronnie was well-endowed and the only odd thing about his pale dick, that I could see in any case, was that the head of his knob was disproportionately short. It was as thick as the shaft of his cock but less than a half inch long.“Your cock looks normal to me,” I said, as.