I'm thinking you mean bad as opposed to being good, as in it's fucked up right? Well, tell it to someone who gives a shit my man! This ain't a goddamn...fuckin' city council meeting, you know. Besides, since when did you start doing the thinking for this outfit anyway? Screw it man! I've made up my mind. This is a done fucking deal with or without your fuckin' help Lou. It's fuckin' done man! You got that? You fucking got it?" Art, 'The Mailman' responded defiantly as he abruptly yanked the nose. When she got to mid-thigh she stopped and looked up at me with a kind of joyous wonder, ‘Culane, it’s magnificent!’ she exclaimed. She seemed a little confused, ‘but it is so big, I never pictured it so big, none of the sculptures… Culane’ it’s huge, and so very beautiful. Can I touch it?’ ‘Oh yes Galinda that will certainly be required.’ She stroked my balls tentatively with one hand and gently stroked the shaft with the other until she got to the head which she began to rub in a polishing. Kissing. Clutching. Sighing. I know the unblinking eye of the security camera is there, but fuck it: our needs transcend decency. The kiss is something else. Animalistic and raw. Too bad it can only last a few short floors before the lift's muted ping announces our arrival. We fly apart, faces flushed, lips pink, sparkles in our eyes.I practically drag you down the crazily carpeted corridor behind me, fumble the keycard and bundle you inside, the door barely closing before you're slammed back. "Do you remember that Friday night, when I was stroking you with my feet and the phone rang?" Lisa" I yelled.Both of them giggled. "Oh don't be such a prude, Kathy knows all about that." Once again I turned bright red. 'That' Friday night was the beginning of Lisa's and my teasing and denial lifestyle. (Read the rather long story Friday night for the details.) During one particularly intense portion of the evening Kathy had called and Lisa talked with her as if nothing else was going on. And.