I heard an exasperated expletive from her and she walked over and startedwhipping the soles of my feet with her crop. "I'm not waiting all fucking da..., you're crawling slower than a snail!" I'd thought my body was so racked with pain that she couldn't add to it,but I'd never realized the soles of my feet were so sensitive as this new painshot up my legs and body, exploding with renewed agony in my brain. I madedesperate renewed efforts to crawl faster, but despite all this additionaltorture. "Sorry for disturbing you but I wonder if you would sign our petition." Yes of course. What is it about?"The clipboard wasn't really the most unusual thing about him. It was his cock. It was enormous and hung down almost to his knees. And this was him in a flaccid state. I had to drag my eyes up from his cock to his face. A small smile is playing around his lips. Chris too is staring at his cock. He doesn't seem that interested in her though. He is talking directly to me. I glance down and see. I told her that when she met me at the front door she should be only wearing her perfume and a smile, which is one of my favorite outfits, I said. At 4:30 I called her again to see what she was doing, and she informed me that she was all ready and dressed as requested. I told her I would soon be on the way home. After I hung up the phone I called a pizza delivery service and ordered a large combination pizza to be delivered to our house. Although we had never ordered from them before I knew. She had thought about what she would do now that she was totally broke and would be homeless soon. She did not think that Carl would try to control her now that her husband was dead. Several times in the last three days her thoughts were of him. She wondered where he had gotten his attitude toward women. She had never heard him discuss any women in his life. As she looked at him she thought that he must be really lonely inside, never having had the real love of a woman.Carl turned to her, "I.