I hateher. No I don t.Chad walks on in with his usual hard on and plops down on theledge of the tub. He always ask me about what to wear or whatmake u... he should try. She/He is practicing girl talk. Tonightit is a new dress he bought and how should he do his/her hair.I really am not listening as I am kind of just watching himslowly stroke his dick. Chad is going to get the surgery soon(Ballsy decision, no pun intended) so there will be one lesscock in the world. For some reason I do not. "It starts in less than an hour."Lisa looked at him as if he was a dunce. "We've already done that!"He shook his head. She really did have a problem; what was that joke he'd heard earlier from Georgi, the polish guy working in the garden? "What's wrong with Poland is fatal but not serious." Somehow, that seemed applicable — and he didn't even know who Georgi was — maybe a neighbour?. When he got back inside the bathroom, David was laying the flooring. He looked up, "Give me fifteen minutes, and. "What did they say happened to Jim!!" "That is classified information," the hard-edged professional told the softer-looking civilian. "And, if you would take my advice, you would forget you ever knew Jim Krnak! He's nothing but trouble!"Jim had heard his dad go on like this before; but because he was 'not Jim' right now, a stranger, as far as, it seemed, he knew, it hurt. "Jim isn't that bad. There are worse people he could be," Jim's old conviction had been left behind in his former. I thought it was unusual enough to share, so here it is... It all started when I met Becky Anderson. She was a real hotty! She had a body that a guy might dream about while masturbating, you know the type; big innocent eyes in an exceedingly pretty face and a body that would be at home naked on any topless beach in the world. I knew that girls like her existed, but I never thought that I'd ever have one. I met Becky at work. I'd graduated with a bachelors in Business Economics and found a job.