She met up with me and Laura on the Saturday. We had a glass of white wine as we brainstormed a few ideas. “How about we get a life-like dildo to pr...ctice on?” Suggested Laura. Gemma’s eyes lit up. She liked dildos. “That’s no good,” I said pouring cold water on the idea. “You need something that gets hard not that starts hard.” “What like a real cock you mean?” Said Laura. “Obviously,” I said. “Do you know anyone with a real cock?” Asked Gemma, innocently. “Ha ha a few!” I said. I would have. That’s a pretty shitty way to do it, don’t you think?’ I put out my hand, but she shrugged it off. ‘God damn it, Andrew, I thought I was in love with him.’ I screwed up my courage. She didn’t need to be seen having an emotional meltdown in front of the whole office. Taking her arm firmly, I said, ‘We are going somewhere to cool down. Put a smile on your face and walk with me.’ We did. She put her head down and muttered, ‘Shit, I am such a dumb ass.’ My roomie was on assignment out of town and. As she looked around at various flowering plants and shrubs, feathery fronds and snaking green stalks, her thoughts turned to her weight, as they often did, and from there to her lack of a love life, as they often did as well. She attributed the latter to the former, though it might have been truer to say that she indulged the former because she had given up on the latter.If she had thought about it, she certainly could have named any number of friends who had reached a similar size at a. Beverly relaxed."Okay, let's get on with it!" Tyrone announced, before things could go downhill. He got up and went over to Frog. "I need to be close to them to keep them from freaking. You do the deliveries. Find me something to write on or something -- go type it on the computer."So Frog went over to the computer and typed, 'Pencil and paper?'Lon typed 'Okay' and went scrabbling for some. Fortunately, they had the pad Sally had worked from to do the various notations on Cindy and Beverly's.