For almost a week it was all normal texting, getting to know each other, likes dislikes and all that. It was then that all of a sudden she asked me ho... big is my dick. I was taken aback for a moment but then replied “7inches”She said “wow. How often do you masturbate” this to me was another shock to which I replied “depends” and she asked me “may I help you”I knew this was it and I didn’t want to let go of this opportunity so I took control of the situation and it all startedGirls this is the. The doctor said he’d need some looking after, especially with his wife being gone these seven years. Do you know the Colonel?”“I knew him years ago when he and his family lived in America for a while, and that’s when I also met Sarah Jane.”“Would you like to come in and speak with the Colonel? He’s just taking the sun in the back garden at the moment and I was about to take him his tea.”“I don’t want to impose. Do you know where Sarah Jane is now? I understand she got married – do you know her. A small feast had been laid out on the table, and the overpowering smell of freshly baked cornbread filled the small, homely kitchen. Steve was sitting opposite me, hesitant to start eating, constantly flicking his gaze between Mama Adele, me, and his plate. I was playing around with my fork, trying to appear as I was ready to start eating at any moment, while in fact I was classifying the potatoes on my plate according to size, shape, and complexion (an old habit I inherited while doing time. Let’s hope!”Bill continued, “Cliff, I have a question. You’re the one guy around here who doesn’t seem to be surprised at our accomplishments. We always worked on a basis of redoubling our inspection efforts and clearly that wasn’t the way to go: We had the wonderful combination of sky-high costs and lousy delivered quality. Why did you think this approach would work?”“First, Bill — your choice of words is apt: ‘You think’. I would have used the word ‘hope’ myself. However, there are two parts.