But Stan ended up disappointed. Like Brett and Jack and Chuck. The beach was crowded, that much was true. But there was some type of surfing competiti...n going on, and a lot of the crowd was associated with that. And a bodybuilding contest."Where are the babes?" Stan complained for the hundredth time as they threaded their way through the crowds. Oh, sure, there were girls here, but most of them seemed to be already hanging on someone. There weren't a lot of unattached girls around."What about. Looking at Helen, but addressing Gerald to keep the lid on the pot, which was boiling madly away there beside the road, I asked what the problem was. ‘This junk heap broke down, and now I’ll miss my connecting flight in Seattle. I’ve told her to get rid of this antique, but she has some kind of fixation because it was the first decent car she could buy on her own money. I ask you, what kind of drivel is that over a machine?’ Ignoring his slander of Helen’s beloved car, I consoled the oaf over. He didn't realize it, but he was destitute and totally dependentupon Lana for everything. Doctor Carter told him he had to keep the catheter in for at least four weeksto heal the surgery. In truth, she knew that during the additional two weekscalcium would build up in the tube, backing up into his penis and causing himincredible pain wherever his bladder released piss! Lana told him the doctoralso wanted the bag to fill up before he emptied it. This weight of a bag fullof piss hanging from his. ’’ “Surely you are not seriously expecting me to remember word for word our exact conversation?’’ Binky asked, exasperated beyond belief that Marco had stopped just as she had just been ready to get on with giving and receiving sexual pleasure. “It was nearly eleven years ago for God's sake.” Marco threw back his head and laughed and, if Binky hadn’t known better, she would have thought he was being a tad patronising. “I’m not asking you to remember the conversation verbatim. We can ad lib.