I quickly scrambled in and huddled up to avoid the closing door of the trunk hitting my head. After what seemed like three hours (I had no watch or an...thing else on my body except my leash and chain), she finally stopped the car and opened the trunk. We did stop about twenty minutes into the drive, but she didn’t open the door – I spent presumably an hour or so just stuck in the trunk fantasizing Shoheli’s legs and her fleshy body. Now when she stopped and opened the trunk, I was praying I will. She remembered him as always being happy, always smiling, playing pranks, telling jokes. That was before, though. She had seen no smile on Rooft’s face since she entered town.Bremer had shared the man’s history, sad as it was. His wife had died of consumption five seasons earlier. His son, his son’s husband and wife, and his only grandchild had died in a fire two seasons later. Since then, he’d continued in a thoughtless daze, tending his ranch for no reason other than he knew nothing else.. The k**s used to circle around me and chant "MUTANT DICK,MUTANT DICK! LALALALALALA". I can still hear the faint echos of their torment. My parents had to order custom pants for me. It was rough growing up. Then when I became a horny little bastard of a teenager- it sucked to be in school and to be hard because EVERYONE could tell- I would try to tell people that I had a third leg- somehow that would be more acceptable. I tried taking it out one day and putting a shoe on it but I was sent home.. "Abraham Lincoln was the sixteenth president of the United States," I began.'Is that my voice? How am I talking about Lincoln when Patty's legs are... Patty, don't do that!'She'd closed her legs and raised her skirt high on her thighs. She slowly opened her legs again.'Oh, holy shit! I can see her panties! No! God, make it go away. I'll do anything. I'll never look at a girl or masturbate or hit my sister. I'll promise anything you want. I can't think about Patty. I've got to talk about.