I remember helping her out with things I could around the house like cutting her grass and things like that, about 2 miles from our house their was a ...ld mill with a water wheel, A lot of the k**s hung out their, it was kind of a party place, I had told Brenda I was going on Friday and she started to ask a lot of questions about it, we decided to go down and check it out, one day during the week we took off and went to show her where it was, their was Brenda, me and two other guys and one of. Here's a picture of the one she gave me and I put it on my apartment door.We have since broken up but I kept the door knocker. A few of my dates didn't care for it and others asked if it was made from a self-image. Being the kind of guy I am, I did let them see the real thing. I've always been kind of a joker and told them that I went by the rule, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." In this case it usually ended up with a good round of sex.Just to be official, my balls are about the. I had been at the apex of my mania: young, drunk and wild, hanging on the arm of my handsome new husband. Eager to provoke controversy I had dressed that night in a black latex miniskirt barely long enough to cover my bum, stockings that made no pretence of reaching my hemline and corsetry that pinched in places, accentuated in others, exaggerating my natural curves. We had prowled the summer night, ghosting through the alcohol-fuelled parties, jealous, disapproving and lust-filled eyes all. ’ The musicians took the stage for their second set and were retuning their instruments. Jon watched Marla warming up and wondered if the sparks he felt were imagined. Lisa had departed a long time ago, and he wondered if he was ready to move on. He wondered if this course of action was even feasible. ‘I’m not dreaming. That dyke has her eyes on you. You better watch out.’ ‘I don’t think she’s a dyke,’ Jon said gruffly. ‘Don’t be such a dickhead.’ ‘Don’t get mad at me, Jon. Damn it, I’m trying.