” “Look” she said, “I have to talk to Ken, I will get him to explain the whole procedure to you, and will press him to agree, will that help y...u make up your mind?”He noddedThey left it at that, and Ken arrived about an hour after. They went into the living room and Barry made coffee in the kitchen, while waiting the kettle his hand lovingly but subconsciously caressed his flaccid tool, all men would be loath to lose this symbol of their manhood, it was a huge decision. Coffee brewed, into. A few minutes into Dave's penalty, John returned from the dressing room. He sat beside Dave and laughed, "You had to get into it too, eh?"Dave just nodded, "Yeah but I fared a little better than you."John chuckled, "The girls love stitches and it only hurt when they pushed the needle through. A little freezing would have been nice but I couldn't finish the game if they froze it. I'll live."Dave just shook his head as he imagined John getting stitches in the dressing room without first being. With a sigh, Jeff followed her.He grabbed her hand as they walked down the hallway. "Look, Babe, Arlene is in very little danger since that scout she's in is stealthed to the gills. Hell, it could hover fifty feet over a nationally televised football game and no one would know it was there. Also, you don't realize just how much training our daughter has received in the last weeks. Remember, a couple of hours of our time translates into one hell of a lot more time in Ship's simulator. And that. "Maybe I just like fucking you." Don't even try that one, you idiot. The way that you fuck me, tells me that you love me, doofus," she said as if that just explained everything. As she adjusted the blanket I suddenly realized how she had managed to get dressed so quickly. She hadn't. All she had done was to stick her feet into her favorite pair of moccasins, and wrap the blanket around her."Evie, why didn't you put any damned clothes on? What if somebody sees you?" I asked her."Why should I.