.or had justfinished doing so. Posie's eyes kept cutting over to his reflectionand his jaw trembled in anguish, an action that caused his swollenpout ...o quiver in a decidedly provocative way."Hmm. Margaret, this is quite seductive--perfect for meeting your manat the door when he gets home from a hard day's work--but a triflemodern for your 1950s look, yes? Perhaps more of a flat palette nexttime?" Yes, Ms. Lockridge. I'll try harder," Margaret said nervously.The stern-faced woman paused in. She smiled and shook her head.“I guess my question was just answered. So, what’s new, anything?”“No, the school’s closed for the Christmas break, so I thought I’d come for a visit.”“When did you get in?”“This afternoon, took the bus.”“You should have let us know.”“Well, it was a spur of the moment decision, besides,” he looked at her steadily, “I wasn’t sure if you were still mad at me or not.”He wasn’t sure if he should have mentioned it or not, but he’d seen no way around it. He saw a look of. Three months later, I emerge from hospital once again in a lot of pain,once again attached to a catheter, only this catheter is inserted throughmy penis into my brand-new urethra. I've even had 'the pair' I wantedinserted- even if they are stiff rubber balls rather than real testicles.The catheter means I can't enjoy Jonathan's wedding as much as Iotherwise would- and can't attend the promised stag night at all- and italso keeps me mostly off my feet for mine and Becca's birthdays in March,but. I laid her on her back on the cold wood of the table and she slowly started to awaken yawning and blinking open her eyes before realising where she was and her eyes filling with panic once more. I tied each of her ankles to the wooden table legs before pulling on her body until she was stretched across the table. I then pulled her wrists together and manacled them to the table aswell. I thought to myself silently what I wanted to do. Last night when I sprayed Natalie with the hose, there wasn't.