Kimberly Morris had just crossed into Tennessee from Georgia on Interstate 75 when her cell phone rang.Answering without checking the caller ID, she h...ard her husband on the other end. “Where are you at?” asked Mark Morris.“I’m just south of Chattanooga, about to transition onto Interstate 24. I should be at my office in a few hours, why?”“Is Tom with you?”“No, why?”“The FBI came by his office looking for him this morning, so I wanted to give him a headsup. I thought you two were together. What. "She went out the door and the car started up. I looked at Lori."You talked with Jen about the cabin?" I asked incredulously."Never mind that, let's go to Rosie's room," she said as she went down the stairs to the basement.I followed and when I entered the room she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She gave me a big smile and gestured for me to come closer."We don't have much time," she purred as she reached for my belt. "I've been waiting all week for this opportunity." You had a plan for. Normally the cooler held a dozen kegs, with backups, and cases of bottled beer stacked five high. Karl had been busy removing the stock to his refrigerated truck. A small crowd of people surrounded a ladder in the empty beer cooler.A man was standing on the ladder with his head buried in the guts of the cooler's evaporator assembly.Shirl saw him and shook her head. "It's lousy timing with the weekend upon us, but it could be worse." What's the story?" he asked."Julio," Shirl pointed to the man. Her eyes and fingers finally buriedthemselves under the root of my newfound delight and she squealed as herhands cupped my little pink scrotum. Curious fingers tested my testiclesand I flinched nervously. Finally Melanie recovered her wits as thewhole truth hit her."Eeek! It is! It is a real cock!"Melanie stood up again and stared excitedly into my eyes. "Promise me it is a cock. It is isn't it?"I sagged with relief. Melanie did not appear to be angry."Yes. It is. You're not upset are you?".