" It doesn't matter," I finished. "In fact, I understand your motivations, and applaud them." Okay, then," Gladys turned to the girls. "How can we do ...his?"Darla and Evelyn were servicing poker parties, which simplified things, since bringing an extra girl along on a 'regular' call was kind of weird. The rig the girls were wearing due to pregnancy was pretty forgiving and Gladys was already wearing a black bra, so they managed to outfit her. After testing that, the girls climbed into their. As I had only recently realized myself that I was going to have to do something every day for the next forty or fifty years, I understood how she felt. (I don't really know why I perservered.It was probably a sort of psychic inertia, my parents' expectations providing an initial shove that carried me through, in a 'right line, ' so to speak, from which no force had yet pushed me.) Anyway, it was Shannon's lack of discipline that led to the events I am about to relate.I had just given back the. There was not a sound. No answer. Just the distant baying of the dogs.- - -Now, hanging upside down, unable to move more than ineffectual squirming, I was completely helpless. My poor genitals were mangled, the sack torn open and penetrated through by the huge and wicked blade of the arrow. One of my testicles was actually protruding--the only thing holding it in was the dangling spermatic cord. My back and side was gashed open and muscle layers could be seen underneath like meat in. About the end of their second week, Sybil asked him: “Andy, do you like me?”“What?”“I mean really like me?”“Yes, yes. Of course I do.”“But you haven’t even tried to kiss me.”“I’m afraid to.”“You’re afraid?”“Someone told me you’d not been – uh – welcoming to advances.”“Oh. The passengers who thought the staff came with the fare!”Andy laughed. “I get it. So ... if you’re not for hire, perhaps I can get a free sample.” He leaned forward and kissed her lightly.“And I’ll retaliate!” And Sybil put.