Bartlettfollowed as her new friend kept walking downtown."So what did yours say?" Bartlett asked."My friend just lost her virginity tonight," her eye... glimmering, "and shewas fabulous."Bartlett felt her face turning warm again. "No really," the friend said. "I wrote that the woman about to pay wrote apersonal confession on her money, and I am jealous that I cannot see myselfwith enough clarity to do the same." Woman?" Bartlett asked."Yes, would you rather I say girl, or chick?" the words. I only chuckled as how ironic her actions were compared to what she would've done several hours prior... My name is James. I'm a 6'6 averaged bodied male. I hate being alone, it's the worst kind of pain, and the only thing that really bothers me. I walked out into the living area same as always, people look up but never saying anything to me. Tonight they're playing bags, I walk over to the microwave and placing my ramen inside. I turn and see her not knowing she was the beginning, all I saw. I looked down and there, of course, was a spiked-out tent in the front of my shorts as she began to giggle."Come, on, James, drop 'em, I wanna see."I pulled my briefs to the floor and raised back up, my cock pointing upward right at her face."God, it's huge, I kind of saw it looking in the window but your hand was there and so was the magazine," she gasped but I knew it was pretty much average at six and a half inches. Still, I liked the idea she thought it was so large."Can I, um, touch it?. If that means fancy legal language, please make it so."We'd been working through my financial portfolio for a couple of hours. My thirty-three million shares of the startup rental truck company seemed to be panning out, and I asked Mr. Bell to put a sell order in starting at thirty-eight dollars a share and sell off in blocks until they were all gone. There were five other startups I was invested in, one had gone through the roof, and before the brokers could get it all sold, I made over.