Suddenly she called from behind – ‘excuse me, I notice you were here to smoke and are leaving without having a drag’. I thought – ‘wow! This...girl is good in making accurate assumptions’. I turned and said – ‘True, but how did you know I didn’t smoke. She smartly answered – ‘You did not smell like smoke, yet you were having a lighter and threw an empty pack into the trash bin. With that I assume that you were here to smoke but just realized that you were carrying an empty box and had forgotten. His pants were tenting with an obvious extreme hard-on. My eyes were fixated on his cock and Dale took notice.“My cock is so hard it hurts, and I need to go back to the head and get some relief, want to join me?” he asked."Uh, I think I will pass,” I stammered.Dale rose and headed for the restroom in the rear.I wondered why he asked me to join him. Did he possibly mistake my fixation on his tented pants with me being gay? I’m definitely not gay, but I am intrigued by men with big cocks.. They’re not so weird after all: Almost half of people in a recent Canadian survey published in the Journal of Sex Research admitted to at least thinking about sexual behavior considered “anomalous” by psychiatric standards, and a third have even engaged in the behavior at least once. “It turns out some of these so-called ‘taboo’ behaviors are actually pretty common,” says Christian Joyal, PhD, a professor of psychology at the University of Montreal.Here are the most common. I am seeing Bob Sellick later and I am going to get you sacked!" I didn't say anything. He wouldn't hear my denials anyway, and arguing the case may lead to Eve's prior knowledge being revealed. I was also certain that Bob would not sack me. This was a private matter. I was uncertain though when Bob asked me to come to his office the next day.He looked up when I entered his office."Ah, John. Take a seat, will you?" He placed the papers he was reading in a neat pile on his desk. Without preamble.