I thought this as a good sign.Finally, after two hours she asked me what happenedI said, “What?”She said, “Why are you behaving like this today?...You’re not like this before.”I asked, “What happened?”“You’re looking at me in a wired manner today. ”“You’re so beautiful today.”She blushed and said, “Stop it.”I said, “Why? You’re really great today. I can’t take my eyes off your curves today.She said, “Okay. I know. Stop it now.”I said, “Yesterday I asked you a question. You didn’t reply to. "That shit isn't funny, Chuck," she hissed. "I don't want to have toremember some stupid code word to know if it's you in the driver's seator Charlene."I rubbed at my stinging flesh, but couldn't stop grinning. Pullingpranks on Katie had been one of my chief sources of entertainment sincewe were little."I figured it would give you a little energy boost, sis. You know, likea shot of adrenaline to get all your neurons firing."She shook her head again. However, I could see that she wanted tosmile.. They say there's a correlation between the two, whoever 'they' is." A puzzled look spread over Jeremy's face."What's a correlation," he asked. Obviously, he wasn't hitting his dictionary very often."A correlation is a relation, a connection. The myth states that the bigger the shoes, the bigger the cock. I don't know if it's actually true, but that's what I've heard."Jeremy sat thinking for a moment and then stood up to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans."Well," he said, "why don't you. He’d been so caught up in fantasies about a magic cock that he’d fallen behind schedule—significantly. He sighed. “Sorry, Mr Gordon. Had a big load on my mind this week.” He fought back a smile, realising what he had just said. “I’ll come tomorrow… Though would it be able to be in the afternoon? I’m expecting… I’m expecting kind of a late night tonight.” Mr Gordon raised the corner of his mouth in contemplation, taking his moustache with it. “Alright,” he finally said. “How does midday.