"Ofcourse I'd be the boyfriend!"she shook her head. "Whoevers lump is bigger gets to be the boyfriend,do you want to see?"I froze for a moment. I'd ne...er heard of all of this, but Kelsey wasolder... she would know! I had always liked her too.."Fine, we can look." Pull them down." Her voice was kind of stern.I complied, revealing my soft three inch penis to her, after gigglingfor a few moments she did the same, she had a penis! Soft it was atleastfour and a half inches."I'm the boyfriend!" She. LOW-FAT!! How fuckin' rude."Excitedly, I packed the amulet into my suitcase prepared to return to my hometown with bloodlust on my mind like Uma Thurman in 'Kill Bill.' To my relief upon landing at the tiny airport I had six-hours of holiday magic left. My first stop was the small town's lone watering-hole, the VFW.I saw her before she saw me, maintaining my element of surprise. The object of my surveillance was Mulva DeVille; my highschool drama teacher until I graduated three-year ago and. ”“Thank you, boss. I really need to get the ball rolling at the earliest possible moment,” I said.“Absolutely,” he said. The call went through and the older man swiveled in his chair away from me to talk to whoever was on the other end, likely Nathan Ferguson himself.Call completed, he swiveled back to face me. “I wasn’t able to get you in before lunch, but I was able to get you in ‘for’ lunch. The Holiday Inn on third at noon,” he said.“Thanks a million, boss. I won’t forget this. I won’t,” I. “Sweetheart, stop. You know you want me as much as I want you. Stop denying everything between us. I can feel the connection and the tension between us and so do you. I can see in your eyes when you look at me that you want me to touch you. Why do you keep stopping me every time I get close to you? I want to do this, and as I said before, you are mine,” Luke says, his footsteps being heard closely behind me. “Luke..,” I begin but I stop when his rock hard, chiseled chest presses against my.