I look in the mirror again: hairy balls well-filled with semen, four inches of penis hanging limply down. But even as I watch my penis starts to rise ...n anticipation of what’s to come!I pick up the magazine I bought in that little news store this lunchtime, waiting till the place was empty, taking it quickly from the top shelf, giving the storekeeper the exact money so I didn’t need to wait for change, then hurrying out. Its cover is glossy and on it there’s a photograph of a woman. Her hair is. She was in her room and I flipped the mirror. She was sitting at the mirror doing her makeup. She noticed the mirror switch and smiled. Her eyes were Smokey her lips dark red she stood up. And started texting. My phone vibrated I look at it. MiaHave you found the secret room yet?NoWanna see it?Yes Ok let me get dressed. She unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it to the floor. She grinned and bit her bottom lip. She pulled on baggy sweatpants and a tank top and walked out. A knock on my door. I. ” “Oh yeah,” she said in a very soft and sexy voice. “I think you might be shocked to know how many times I’ve pleasured myself thinking of just that.” He let go of her, walked to the office door and closed it. Making certain that she was watching, he locked the door saying, “It would certainly be wrong for us to leave this building with unresolved issues.” Laura walked around his desk, pulled her skirt up to her waist and replied, “You are such a thoughtful boss to consider the needs and. “You are just plain evil,” Sally commented.After lunch I drove to the Hospital, even though Sally knew the way. She preferred to avoid driving. I didn’t mind since I never trusted a woman driver. Though on second thought I had to wonder about that.“Dr. Simpson, have you met Sally Howe?” I asked when we entered the morgue.“No I haven’t, but I have heard of you of course,” the twenty something hospitalist and resident cadaver carver said. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”“Gee thanks Dr. Death,”.