It was garbage-filled and broken down. I noticed a lot of the towns homeless roaming around. Most of them were searching through trash or scr****g tog...ther anything they could eat. As I walked a little further I heard some sounds. Grunting and moaning sounds. I followed them secretly into a small broken down shack. As I peeked inside, I saw one homeless man fucking another homeless man. They turned at me and smiled. I, embarrassed, ran off. As I started my travels back home, it dawned on me,. Chapter ThreeIt was almost noon when he heard the ringing in his ear. He hadn't remembered putting the earpiece on; the wig either, come to think of it. Brushing the hair out of his eyes, he fumbled for the transmitter and pushed the button."Hello?"Judging by the sound, the unit was back on 7 or so. The beautifully modulated female voice echoed in his ear. He was too groggy to care."Is Kandy there?"This was too much."NO!" He hit the button and lay back on the bed.Something was wrong. The girdle. But the good doctor had said whatever it was that was going on was treatable. I just had to hope that it would be treated successfully. But the fact was I had no control over any of it, not really.A couple of hours later I found myself parking in my usual spot at our place, Marian’s and mine. My eyes were dried out, and I was ready to give her a slightly modified and positive version of my appointment.I had to work, and visitors from Laughlin had stopped coming by for the short run, well, two. .juist.Ik was me enkel bewust van mijn penis..zo hard had ik hem nog nooit geweten, zo rechtopstaand..alsof hij me verwijtend aankeek?Ik was zo vernederd?zo geil?Nog nooit had iemand me zo ..zo....punt?Nog nooit HAD iemand me zo?En bij deze gedacht ging mijn penis zo mogelijk nog hoger de lucht in..alsof hij eindelijk thuis was, alsof hij eindelijk zijn baasje zag en wou wegvliegen.?Wel wel wel ventje?Wat een schouwspel?ik zie dat ik een leugenaar beet heb.?Ik durfde niet te spreken, wist niet.