It’s ridiculous, I know, but I’m in love with you,” she said. “Oh, darling, I forgot.” “What?”“There&#...217;s a male part in Weindorf’s picture just list for you. Second lead. His budget is low, so he might use a new face. Needs a good looking guy like you.”“Fat chance I got. My agent won’t even see Weindorf. They don’t get along.”“No, dear. What I mean is… I told him about you.”He was. The red seems to have gone to his cheeks, but that could just be the lighting.“Hello,” he says in a voice that he’s forced to be a little deeper than his own.“Excuse me,” I say with a demure bow of my head. I have always had a soft voice for a man, and the rouge on my lips helps add to the illusion. “I can’t help but notice you appear unaccompanied, sir.”He nods and smiles. “Yes. I was waiting for someone, but they haven’t arrived yet.”I incline my head. “Is that so? Would you mind if I waited. Another week, and it was Easter. The week before Easter, Gordon told me that Sally had sent in the Acknowledgement of Service and it seemed things were now going smoothly – except that her solicitor wanted a fifty-fifty split on the house and all other assets.Gordon knew that Sally had been insistent that I live on in the house without having to buy her out, but the other solicitor had said that she had changed her mind. I signed the affidavit asserting that all the divorce details were correct. “Yes ma’am.” John nodded“And why would they do that?” She pushed her glasses back.“Because of my…” John muttered, and looked over at Ms. Styles.“Go on.” She insisted“Because of my penis size.” John frowned.“I find that a little hard to swallow. Pardon the pun.” Ms. Pierson mused; he thought he heard Ms. Styles let out a little laugh at her comment. “It’s true.” John said shyly.“Well you know what they say Mister Lovecraft. Seeing is believing. Why don’t you show us this cock that the girls were.