Yours in desperation,Mr Macenzie Moclulis MBchB FRCOGConsultant Gynaecologist Dear Dr Floppydick,According to your notes, you've got terminal brain ca...cer and only have two weeks to live. Sorry about that. Oops, my bad. Wrong notes. See, not that funny when it happens to you, is it? So next time I visit your loathsome institution, do try not to fuck it up like last time. Furthermore, I need to inform you that as this consultation is not covered by the NHS there will be a fee of five hundred. “That fucker Adam, he owes us a load of money. He was supposed to pay us tonight.” The man snarled.“He’s not here, he went out over an hour ago.” Katie told him as she scrambled back away from him. Something about the way he was staring at her sent a shiver up her spine. She reached the sofa and clambered up to sit by her sister. As she did the other two guys returned to the room.“Nothing, he ain’t here.” They both said to the questioning looks of the first man. He turned to look at the. When had it happened? I can’t pinpoint the day, but I can remember when I noticed it first. That sunny fall day that felt like rain in my heart. The Bears’ last game for the season. We both knew there was little chance of them making the play offs, and I took your lack of enthusiasm for disappointment. Yes, we’re both adults, but we’re both big football fans, too. Usually, I can cheer you out of a losing streak. I tried most of my tricks, at least the ones you let me try. I stood behind your. I always felt very comfortable with her. “Well, here are the boys. Adrian and George, Anne and Marguerite,” I said, making the introductions. I could see the ladies' eyes gaze downwards to their crotch areas. Their fame had obviously preceded them. Marguerite's opened a little wider. Maybe she would impose the large size supplement after all. Anne's positively popped as she saw the 'hosepipe' down Adrian's pants. The outline of it was clearly visible about seven or eight inches down.