I slipped it on my index finger and held out my hand to show Jean.I was astounded. I heard Jean talking in my head but her lips weren't moving and she...was engrossed in sorting through the jewellery. Jean looked up and saw the ring on my finger and perhaps the look of bewilderment on my face. To my eyes the stone seemed to gently twinkle like the green neon on my computer when it is working but certainly not as brightly as that. "You okay?" she asked in a normal voice and then she saw the ring. I placed it along the length. I gripped the cool metal against the underside of my length. No, it was definitely time to break out the tape measure. I draped it along the length. I was a solid 12 inches hard. I wanted to give it a squeeze, to stroke it, do –something-, but I didn’t. I had to be strong. I had to be the good son I knew I should be. I put on my boxer briefs and looked at myself in the mirror. I pulled them out a little at the leg, to let it fall. The very tip was peaking out. If I. " I replied ready to cry again. How onearth I had manage to become so emotional during the past few weeks?"I think we are here," Se?ora Patricia said as the car stopped in frontof a small house very brightly painted in terracotta red, lemon yellowand sky blue. I saw quite a few houses like this around. Clearly it is asignature of popular architecture in that part of Mexico.Pedro the driver turned and addressed my Se?ora, "We are here Se?oraPatricia. What time you want me to collect you?" Thank. We’re tied, Aiko. Next successful strike wins,” I grinned and stepped away from her. Aiko looked up at me, confused and a bit disappointed. She didn’t move. I smiled at her and motioned my head towards the shinai on the dojo floor. “You are much too precious a prize, Aiko. If I am to take pleasure from you, I don’t want you to feel that I cheated, or that I am not a gentleman. Now, stand up and pick up your weapon,” I grinned. Aiko rolled over to the shinai, picked it up and faced me. “You.