"Hey Ed, it's Pete Adams."He chuckled and said, "You're going to love this. You must have put the fear of God into Cindy." I did threaten to file a w...ongful death suit at one point in the discussion." Well, they've asked us again to sign the quit claim, but have added some hush money to it."Imagine that. I didn't expect that. "How much we talking here?" Oh, not an insignificant figure but you wouldn't retire on it. Twenty five grand. And they've added a clause that basically says this is a. “Maybe you need the real thing.”“But I’m...”“Gay? Super gay? Sexuality is a spectrum, girl. You know that.” She kisses Cindy’s forehead affectionately. “Maybe you don’t fall as far on the extreme as you thought. Maybe, on occasion, you need to be a supplicant at the alter of the almighty cock.”Cynthia ponders what her friend had said as she listens to Estley drift off to sleep. The sex with Estley had taken some of the edge off. For a few days anyway. But soon Cynthia found her new desire. "Holy shit! That was amazing! And you're still hard! I may have to marry you!" She said. We both started laughing. "Marry me? Hell, do you even know my name?" I asked. "I don't care! I'll call you anything you want me to -- that cock is what I've been dreaming about. Did you ever hear the term size queen?" She asked."No, what's it mean?" I would think it would be obvious, but in case it isn't, it's a woman who prefers big cocks. Or, in my case, demands big cocks. And I thought I was doing fine. It was beginning to grow uncomfortable. "I try to talk to you and you're out on the moon somewhere."It was the truth. "I know," she said, "I've just... I'm sorry. I've been so... So busy, and..." That wasn't the truth, unless by 'busy' one meant 'consumed with guilt over sending one's brother to jail, ' but really, Brandon didn't need to know that. He hadn't understood then and he didn't understand now.For a moment she thought his anger might get the better of him; but it receded. "It's okay,".