Afterall you know you don't exactly measure up to a real man in the dickdepartment. I mean it's not your fault you were born with an inferiorpenis. An... let's face facts, you were definitely short changed when itcomes to male equipment so there's no reason to feel ashamed." I never felt shame over my dick size," I said with a quivering voicethat betrayed the words."Oh really? Huh, maybe you should then. Maybe all white boys should feelshame in their inferior equipment," she told me. "I mean you. No ..." It is a sheet!" Ian exclaimed from behind me before bursting intolaughter. "That's hilarious!"In front of me, the arm the girl was using to hold the sheet in front ofher shook in what appeared to be rage. "It's not a sheet! It's acloak! Jeez!" she blurted, abandoning the refined tone that she'd usedbefore for one that was higher, cuter, and decidedly petulant sounding.Quickly, though, she cleared her throat and continued in the previousmanner once more. "It is known as the shroud. Corbin answered."That's great, Tittiefuck! I was just thinking that a new client would make my morning! Is she being difficult?" She was, sir, but I hit the happy button." Oh, fuck. Well, it will wear off in a few minutes. I suppose I can wait. Why don't you bring her down to my office." Right away, sir!" she said."Mr. Corbin will see you now," Tittiefuck told the woman who teetered there looking at the fluorescent lights and smiling."Huh?" she said.Tittiefuck giggled. It was nice that she. She nodded enthusiastically and several teardrops landed on the casts. “Positive, positive, but I need to go to the toilet. “What will you…” “I have to pee, silly thing. We are drinking beer, remember?” “I will help you, no problem.” “I did it by myself this morning. It took me twenty minutes to pull down my panties, and I even used my feet, believe me or not. But I coped with the problem. Now, however, I don’t have nerves for that. I’m so… worn out.” “Hey, stop crying, Galia. I will.