Sixteen. Four-eyed. Raging hormones. Gorilla pubes. Alex had seemed pretty relaxed about having his dick inspected though. One of the others, Ed Mille... I think, had said something. “Look at Beckman's cock head. He's shut it in the fucking door!” Alex just said, “Fuck off, Miller!” Then telling him, and by default all of us standing there, dripping, that he'd been circumcised and what it meant. He said at least he didn't get a cheesy knob, like the rest of us girls. His deep reddish, purple. The two rowdies at the second bank saw you as dead meat and Karen as a great fuck. The Powers were exactly right in defending you."Besides, you did Cassandra a great service. We had no idea they were that smart," Ceiling said, "You done gooder." No repercussions? We're good to go?" Soon as Karen Entertainer is making baby ... you're out the door." When do I have to come back?" John asked."Up to you ... in or out at your discretion." Ceiling said, "We'd appreciate your coming back ... but you. Just go through your itinerary. The only cast iron dates coming up is next Tuesday and the following Saturday when I need to go back to Brum.”“What for?”“We are playing local derbies against Wolves and Birmingham City. I would hate to miss those two games.”“All right,” Gina consulted her list, “I can make both of those dates, by moving Eric’s visit to Monday that week.”“Gina, I don’t have access to an executive box for those games, I’m just a season ticket holder of a single numbered seat in. Would you like to show them to me?"Richard was touched at Emma's kindness. She'd not been judgemental buthad just listened while he talked. Why couldn't Anne have tried tounderstand him instead of humiliating him? He went upstairs andbrought his suitcase down. They went into the lounge and, placing iton the coffee table, he opened it up."Wow," gasped Emma as she went through the contents, "you've got quitean exotic collection here. Not the sort of stuff you'd wear to churchis it?!"Richard.