"Have a cup of coffee; and I'll go and get your present." But I don't have one for you." Doesn't matter."I returned to the kitchen with my wife's jewe...ry box, placed it beforeher, and said, "Take what you like."She couldn't speak, didn't change facial expression other than to openher mouth in awe, slump back in her chair, and then a fidget to lighther cigarette. When she finally spoke, she uttered, "Why?" I don't want to sell them, can't see giving them to charity, so Ifigured I'd give them to. .. per... fect... art...”My fingers found the straps of my breast plate. The leather had pulled taut, stretched by the distortions to my armor. I fumbled at it, struggling to gain any slack so I could unbuckle them. I whimpered, pulling at the leather with all my—“Gods!” I screamed. Pulling the strap taut put so much pressure on my stomach. I couldn't suck in any breath. I kept pulling at it. I had to relieve the pressure.My hands released the straps. The world spun around me. My eyes fluttered. One pointed out how small my penis is and they all got a laugh out of it. As the days turned to weeks I wound up waiting for them to finish and leave. I noticed one boy using the last shower head each day. He was a little taller than me and hairier. One day I decided to break the ice, I left my shampoo in my locker and asked if I could use his. Stand off at first, he soon realised I wasn't there to mock him,and he loaned it to me. After our shower I thanked him for the use of his shamoo,he. His mother and father clasped hands as they watched their youngest and only son take the church to heaven.After the glorious song, Pastor Brown stood and began his sermon. It was a mighty call to action that had folks swaying, calling out in unison, and clapping their hands. Finally came the benediction. The mass of people spoke to one another and hugged. Deacon Davis kissed his wife on the cheek and told her he had to get the van ready. The six-foot-two, one-hundred-ninety-eight-pound,.