"No, sorry Mervin but I don't want a needle pushed into my navel," I protested, sitting up and taking the clamp off my tummy. He looked disappointed a...d put the syringe needle down. He then picked up a tool that resembled a soldering iron but with a small ball on the end. I looked at it as I sat on the table, "What's that do?"He pressed a small button and the ball began to spin quickly, "I call it the grenalator, it's for use all over your tummy Louise," he replied. "Sort of like a massager." I. Christ. If we weren’t in public we’d be touching? Kissing even? Then in an instant our clothes would be coming off and she’d see IT. An engorged, massive sausage that didn’t belong on a girl...I panicked.“Oh, I ... I don’t know, Chloé, I’m so sorry, I’ll see you ... tomorrow,” I blurted, and I fled; ignominiously, stupidly and rejectively.I rushed back and into my room on the verge of tears. Why couldn’t I just SAY: “Chloé, look I have a giant clit, I’m embarrassed about it but what do you. Tanya was out shopping for dinner, so Sandy had the house to herself. She had been home just long enough to fix a tall glass of tea before heading for a cooling shower.As she climbed the stairs, she hoped she could catch a glimpse of Rick before getting in the shower. Entering her room, Sandy took a sip of tea and glanced out the window.Sure enough, Rick was hard at work pressure washing the tennis court. His shirt hung on one of the net support poles. As he swept the pressure washer's nozzle. The bet was on. The word quickly spread and by the end of the day our wager was the major topic in both companies. When I told my husband Jim about the bet, his mouth dropped open in utter shock. I had never done anything like that before and actually never even thought about exposing myself. I was a little apprehensive about telling Jim, not sure how he would react. I shouldn’t have worried though, he was a dynamo in bed that night. As you might expect, the game drew a lot of fans, a hell of.