”“Just pretty big? I heard you tell him he was the biggest you’d ever had.” Again, Jill giggled, like a naughty high schooler caught in the ch...nging room with her hand down the quarterback’s uniform pants.When Jill just smiled and declined to add, the male size queen in me gently pushed, needing to know more. “Was it true, honey? Or were you just massaging his ego?”Jill blushed, knowing me well enough to know she’d have to answer sooner or later. That I’d not drop it. Her voice quiet and. I didn't mean anything by it, pleasedon't be mad at me," I said"Why would you think I'd be hard?" he asked."I didn't, I'm just stupid, lets forget it, ok?" I was almost ready tothrow up."No, no, I don't want to forget it. Please tell me why you'd think I'dhave a hard on." I don't know why........I guess it's because, well because, I'm wearinga dress and make up, riding in your car, going out to lunch with you andyou keep telling me how good I look. On top of that you put me over yourknee and. He shut the cabinet and handed me the form. I placed it on the his desk closest to me. He handed me a blue pen so I could make a start. "There is a time limit of 1 hour. Try not to stress about it. You'll do fine." I nodded and wrote my name on the front. I opened the first page. The first question seemed simple enough to do. All I had to do was put things in the order they had happened. This was easier said than done. Frank, seeing that I was already starting to struggle, came around to where. At that point he relaxed, and made his way back to the dead man on the other side of the plane.Now that the urgency was over, Matti took a closer look at the dead pilot, wondering if it might be someone that he knew. The man was dressed in blue jeans and a white T-shirt, with an open, black, leather vest. He looked to be about 45 to 50 years old, with a short fringe of greying brown hair surrounding an otherwise bald head. The man’s face was clean-shaven except for a Fu Manchu style of.