"That's what I said the first time I walked into this house," he remarked, and then gestured over his shoulder. "My room's back there... you wanna see...it?"Oliver nodded, looking delighted over the idea."It's messy," Frank warned, "and not just because I haven't finished unpacking yet." That's okay, Frank."Oliver didn't have much to say over the disaster state that Frank's room was in, other than suggesting that Frank should make some shelves for all his stuff. He even offered to help. He also. I cautiously reached down and touched his penis hanging from his boxers. It twitched and started to harden. Scared, I backed away from him, yet couldn't bring myself to leave. I pulled open the gap in his boxers and gasped as my slight touch caused his now rigid penis to twitch more. It was about six inches long. I had never before seen or touched a man's penis.It was really scary, thrilling, electrifying, and definitely went against everything I had been taught and warned about. I had to touch. At first it was hard to tell if they were arguing or just discussing. I watched them intently. They were both nicely dressed in tailor made suits. They had expensive looking shoes and watches, women notice shoes and watches. They both had broad shoulders which filled out their suit jackets. Physically they looked like they could be brothers except one was blond and the other one had dark hair. The blond one had a wedding band. They were both drinking beer.I went back to participating in the. I don't know if the images just didn't square inmy mind, or whether it was because he was an authority figure I hadspent a lot of time in front of. He was appropriately dressed, wearinga blouse, khaki A-line skirt and black flats. But I had a hard timegetting used to seeing him dressed.Late in the morning I approached Candice, a female co-worker who hadmade a favorable comment, and said, "I need some help." With what?" I have to go out at lunch and buy a purse. Will you come and help?"Candice.