When we sat at the bar, there were three guys and a mid-age lady.There was also an attractive young guy that I sat next to. He was kind and talked to...me so warmly. When tasting our second drink, I noticed the bulge in his pants and thought he was really well hung. After a few more drinks Julia said she was tired and went to our car to bed…I kissed her goodbye, telling I was in the mood for a last glass…I really wanted to see how hung my brand new friend Joao was tonight. I wanted to get him. To get back together now, after the sacrifices she had to make, would be to admit she was wrong. That would mean her sacrifice was in vain. We cried together for our lost child. We cried for the loss of innocence. I comforted her, saying it was entirely my fault. She had done what any loving mother would do and put the safety of her child before her own emotional needs. We walked in silence down the tree-lined streets, holding each other’s hand, each grieving in our inner solitude. We spoke of. No wild animals could get in. But as she stood in thedarkness, it seemed to grow, to engulf her, bearing down on her, until shefound it hard to breathe. Something did not feel right. The hairs on the backof her neck stood on end. It felt like she was being watched. She twisted thechains that held her, looking around in the gloom, trying to see something,anything that could cause this sense of uneasiness. But there was nothing.Only the black of night. She could not even see the kitchen counter. “Oh, God, I am so sorry,” he had said. She had just stared at it. He bent down to pick up the towel but she said, “no, leave it. Let me look at it first.” “Why?” “I have never seen a cock before, well, I have, but on the internet only.” “Okay,” said Derek, not being completely comfortable with the situation. His parents were downstairs and they were very strict with him. “Can I touch it?”Laila’s voice had turned husky and when she looked up at him, her eyes looked different. She licked her lips.