It sounded like a girl, sort of, but a bit off. She asked for a girl, that was not known to me. I played along, to see where this was going. Then, as ...xpected, she asked my name. We sparred back and forth for a while, both being as clever as we could. Then the conversation turned to sex, and it was started by her. She asked me a few questions, like girlfriends, age, what I liked, etc. Then she asked "how long is your cock?".I asked why she wanted to know, and she said she was "just curious". I. My husband was cleaning my son’s wounds with a cotton sponge. On seeing me enter the house, my son started shouting,“Mum, Srinath thrashed me in the playground”. I got enraged hearing that. “Where is this bastard’s house?” I asked furiously.My husband told me Srinath’s whereabouts. He said, “Honey, you go and ask him to leave our son alone”.I rode my scooty to his house. I was in my khaki uniform. As soon as I reached his house, I parked the scooty and walked towards the door. Before I press. ’ He remembered the hick at the rental telling him. ‘Gee-pee-ess’, the rube had pronounced it, which in itself was irritating enough to make him want to kill the hick. While he stood there in front of the Vega staring blankly at the spot the rental car once occupied, his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and snarled at it with gnashing teeth, pushing the SEND button and holding it up to his ear. ‘This had better fucking be some good fucking news.’ He grunted. Luckily for The Kid,. ” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, aiming it right at my penis. Inwardly I groaned at the thought of Heather’s entire class laughing at my tiny prick, but I said nothing. I put down the drink tray and did as he asked.Heather struck with the ferocity of a mother lion protecting her cub. She had been sitting cross legged on the couch but when she saw the phone, she jumped into a standing position on it, leaped over the coffee table towards us, and was on the opposite side.