Okay so there I was I had just left her apartment building and was waiting to cross the road to get back to the park I had just walked through, Had to...go back through it to get home, That's when I heard sirens that seemed to be coming towards where I was, I watched on as a car sped past me followed by two police vehicles, Okay I know you probably think that part has nothing to do with the story, Well you're wrong, Seeing that the police had passed I dubbed it safe to cross the road, Little did. Any attempt to pull back the skin caused me weeklong pain. So my glans and corona have never been exposed and lay dormant for most of my life.Girls can be similarly affected, if they are stuck behind a thick, non-retractable clitoral hood. The consequences on sexual development can be far-reaching, and I wasn't aware of them, despite my inclination for introverted soul searching. At age seventeen, I asked my best friend, "why are all guys so preoccupied with their penises?" After all, the books. “But what? All you had to do was call her, or better yet, talk to her before you decided to go with your youth pastor and disappear! You chose not to. And then, to cap it all off, you moved home. Sorry, Lauren, but you really hurt a close friend of mine. If she wants to get in touch with you, she will. If not, and I don’t expect that she will, then there’s nothing you can do about it.”A very sad look came over her face, “If I wrote her a letter, would you see that she gets it?”“So you can hurt. Of course I talked dirty to him, waiting for him to say his, 'All sluts should be caned on their bare bottoms', and I would get more personal each time hubby left the room, showing my knickers and tits to him, under the pretence of having consumed too much alcohol.Eventually the ruse worked and he responded as predicted, demanding my bottom be caned for foul mouthing and indecent exposure.Both myself and Hubby laughed it off with hubby slightly agreeing with him to my needing discipline, so I.