I told him not to rush, to look at the background, and pretend that I was a Playboy model and that he was my photographer. I straightened my back, suc...ed in my tummy, and pulled my shoulders back. Tim took my picture.I looked at the clock. As soon as the second hand hit the twelve, I stood up, dropped my robe, and told Tim to take a picture. My posture was perfect. The boys were in awe. I turned to the side, put my arms up over my head, and told Tim to take another picture. Then I gave them a. The surgeon gestured to me and I nodded. I wanted the sack gone, too. I wanted no chance that even prosthetic nuts could be used to restore any sense of the guy’s dignity.“He’ll need some kind of hormonal treatment, either testosterone or estrogen, I’m afraid, to keep his balance. Otherwise, real health issues may arise. Not my problem which one you choose. Any man who would willingly pimp out an unwilling wife to buddies is not a man worthy of any kind of respect or concern. It’s one thing if. Then she hits me with it, asking how it is WE never got together. Stunned, perhaps the mild anxiety I've been feeling for the last few years is stirring this up but no... I ask her the next day and she meant the question. We flirt a little more, keeping it light to avoid awkwardness. I admit I had thought about it years ago but it could have affected our friendship. She agrees, but there's still a glimmer as she shares some pictures. One of two suggestive but no actual nudity. It's almost the. "I noticed the big truck and trailer was gone and headed toward the equipment yard. I didn't need to go that far, since I saw the truck parked at one of the gravel county roads, and I could see one of the graders and the small backhoe working farther down. After parking and walking down to see what and how they were doing, I could see they were attempting to grade around a wash that had taken part of the road out.The two men got down and asked if I had experience with washes and I explained.