Kelly got bold and said “Right now, the water is cold and that would make your pecker shriveled and that’s not very tempting for any woman!” Yo... could see Marcus was just as stunned as I was, but he managed to say “I don’t know any women here, so what difference would that make?” Kelly chuckled and blurted out “You know ME don’t you? I’m a woman! How am I supposed to be impressed? Marcus looked at me and got very quiet and started to finish eating. After a few minutes of silence, Marcus. She thought things like this wereperverse and disgusting.”Oh, you poor baby, I thought, let me make you feel allbetter.“Perverse, maybe,” I said, walking over to kneel at hisfeet. “But no way disgusting! Show me that again, Daddy,that was really hot!”I looked up at him from between his legs and he leanedforward, his eyes locked with mine.I thought he was going to kiss me, even started to raisemy lips to his, but he reached under his thighs, lockedhis elbows around. But when I took a few steps to get atowel I found some relief. Soon I was pacing back and forth just tokeep my feet relaxed for seconds. It did not help for long but still itwas more bearable than standing at a spot all the time.My little friend wasn't so perky anymore. Although still floppingaround and rubbing against the starched fabrics he remained in hiding.Nevertheless it hurt after a while. So while I cleaned out the fridge,cleaned the boards and put the food back in, it was quite. Like a ship from a fog bank, the shop assistant drifted into his field of vision and coalesced as a solid shape. Bob sighed inwardly. Pretty! Story of my life. It seemed a cruel irony that pretty girls so often approached him – to ask him the time, or for directions, or any number of other things that to a normal person might be conversation starters – and Bob froze like a hunted animal. Guys he could handle. Older women he could handle … usually … unless he found them attractive … which was.