..male fashion that is. Early that morning, one of the femaleSupervisors made a pass through our department obviously looking forsomeone. Fifteen minu...es later she returned, stopped and gave me a sternlook, and made the remark that I would have to do.I had no idea what she was referring to, but she told me to follow her.We ended up in the ladies make up department, and she ask one of theclerks if she could make me look as feminine as possible. The clerk gaveme a very close eying, and said that. "Damn these things. They always get in the way," she said. I snap out of my daydream and hope up on a black horse. It was crazy for me to ride a horse without the proper gear but Shelly told me that these horses are trained and I shouldn't end up like Christopher Reeves.We gently rode the horses out of the stable. Each step her horse took cause her ample melons to bob inside her shirt. I felt my dick throbbing in my boxers; ready to unload it's c***dren."Giddy up!" Shelly shouted as her horse. The philosopher tried remedies to his predicament that did not involve his penis being used for sexual gratification based on the evidence that since sex did not appear to lessen his penis’ vigour then other activities might do so. He dipped his penis in the cold water of a running stream. He ran naked through the open plains. He swam across rivers. He sat to his waist in olives and fish-heads. But his penis remained as it always was: ready and poised for action and more than capable of taking. Present myself to this man all tied up, a birthday package wrapped up with string. Or whatever. But, unlike the fictional women Brewt referred to, who usually had a man to prepare and deliver them, willingly or otherwise, to their assignations, I had no such recourse at that point. And it would of course be impossible for me to tie myself up, at least in any effective manner, and impractical for me to get where I was going if I did.So that was out. But then I thought of the young teacher in my.